I wait for better words, but they never come,
You just stare...
Do you know what you do to me, with that cold demeanor?
The cool, calculating look you give right before you say something that makes me want to scream?
But I don't hate you for it...
No, I'm greatful for it...
For it proves that I can still feel...















Comments
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Game Over.
Moving from empty cups and dolls
I don't like this game anymore
Not that I ever did, under pretense of a willing hand
The bracelet is broken.
I am free to go.
I love you poems ... stories ... Other fun stuff ^^
Yay For Alka :3
I'm so glad you like them, even when they're depressing and morbid...
heh
THANK YOU!!
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mmm, fiber
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