Sunday, July 25, 2010

remember when we were little and made pies out of oatmeal? yeah. that was fun.

your bullshit
made me dormant
for so long
now i'm finally awake
i can see
i can feel
i can live
write
dance
sing
fuck
it feels great
it makes me sad
that you'll never understand
you don't want to understand
then again
maybe i'm not so sad
maybe i just pity you
maybe i hate you
if i don't know
there's no way in hell that
you'll ever know
you don't give a shit

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