� GO! � 2003-02-20 � 7:11 p.m. �
I wish I could push you around....
Scream at you... beat on you... make you bruise.
Another go face to face... life would be easier that way.
For everything you say I am... I don't see it and I surely don't feel it from you.
We've died as one and spearately so many times I am sick of the flowers... sick of the sympathy... I am sick of laying there wasting water and salt for a cause I can't see anymore.
Fuck you and the years between us... fuck fragility and dependability... fuck you being my rock, my road or light.
You but an illusion now, anyway... So take your words, your gratitude... your little couldn't-be better-life and get out of mine.
For good.
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