� Bathroom door � 2001-11-27 � 9:09 p.m. �
I hate the spirit lost... and the confusion found.
I hate the weight... and the constant pain...
I hate this face...
this body ever growing, this mind every shrinking... sinking.
I don't want to hurt you... I don't want to bend you... or bruise you.
I don't wanna feel with her fingers or taste with her tongue.
I wanna be me... and I wanna be with you.
~I don't like yer girlfriend... you know I blame her... I've never seen one of yer lovers do you so much harm... and I Loved you first and you know I would prefer she didn't empty her syringes into yer arm.~
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