� wholly incomplete � 2005-08-25 � 6:09 p.m. �
After a good sleep and a good cry, I feel....
like I've had a good sleep and a good cry.
My body aches with sickness... pains from the weight of it all... the stress of how real life has become... the stress of uncertainty...
There's so much I wish my tongue could say that my brain just can't process.... And suddenly I miss everyone I've ever leaned on.
I feel made of lead.... but weak... I feel as thin as old parchment... but not lucky enough to burn completely... just around my edges like an old treasure map... tauntingly...
Oh, what should be happiness... tangles itself in a web of misunderstanding...
I've never felt so wholly incomplete.
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