a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








liquid chains


maybe this will be my masterpiece, the one that sets me free. but you branded me with liquid gold & promised to keep me safe. i look at the calendar & see it's that time of year again, all my scars rip open & let the locked up tears run free.

you're crying at the sight of my blood, but baby, what do you expect to happen if you just shoot without looking?

when you spend most of your time alone, you learn to make yourself laugh; you learn to make yourself cry.


written on 2003-06-25 at 12:10 a.m.

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