my eyes bleed tears.
the ground is covered with shattered pieces of a shattered mirror. light is reflected and bounces between screams of terror and screams of beauty. deafening screams flying past reflections. memories or the present, it's hard to decide which is more painful.
I am nothing if I am not the most perfect specimen of imperfection.
written on 2003-05-04 at 12:24 a.m.
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