& i know that life is too short to do this, to feel this way;; but love, you make me feel that life might not be short enough at all.
& all pretty boys make innocent girls cry. make normal me cry & baby girls wearing too much eyeliner cry & the rich & the poor & everyone in between.
you will never know the chill that i felt on the nite that my soul was frozen. you will never know the pain that i felt on the nite that my soul was shattered. & most of all you will never taste the tears that i felt pouring down my face as i looked at the glistening pieces [of my soul] melt away to nothing on relentless, black pavement.
written on 2003-08-09 at 9:48 p.m.
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