Friday, July 29, 2005

When Everything Means Nothing

You know there's something wrong when your mother asks if you're alright.
You know there's something wrong when you don't even know what is wrong.
Or maybe you do and you're just shutting it out, just like how you've shut everything else out.

Stop asking if I'm okay. I am not okay. There, I've admit it. Happy? Now scram.

"Like a glass elevator"

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