My name 2002-04-16 10:13 p.m.


I am very far from my mind...

I am short tempered... and my brain has been disconnected from my mouth all day.

My skin is wearing thin on my bones... my blood feels thick... and firey...

Like bleach on silk.... My veins sting.

I am unworthy of company and comfort.

There is no real way to personify me - unless you trace my frame.


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