You say you really know me
But exactly how much of me do you really understand?
can't breathe
Sunday, May 22, 2011 / 11:20 PM

just grip it a little harder. a brief flash of pain, then relief.

a stained cloth...




the realization,
then blurred vision,
a drop,
soon blink,
the anger,
a throw,
then a scream,
and soon the pain.
the drip,
finally the silence.



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