on the floor.
eating Christmas
Captain Crunch
wishing my
legs weren't
speckled with
hate.
there is
nothing I can
read or do
or listen to
that is
neutral.
each piece of
my world is
a reminder of
someone
somewhere
that I have
let down
somehow.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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