everyday we go up the basement stairway & step carefully over corpses. i was like tori & i told a boy that he best pray that i bleed real soon. funny thing is that he prayed & he prayed;; & i did. lucky for both of us i guess, only i can't get over the way he chewed up my watermelon, red heart & spit out the seeds. that boy left me crying in the dark, crying hard.
something is waiting for me below this cliff, only i won't jump because i don't have a God-damned clue whether i'll land in love or hurt. & right now i am trembling too hard to take the risk;; the risk of falling [head over heels.]
written on 2003-07-23 at 11:14 p.m.
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