Strokes of the blunt pencil
heavily marking down my sins
Sunday, 5 August 2012
I can't help but cry.
Pent-up frustration banging against the doors.
I'm laughing at how innocent you look.
I don't even.
I don't.
I can't.
I don't even know.
I can't.
Not anymore.
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Have fun scribbling your thoughts :D The pencil... is amused.
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Have fun scribbling your thoughts :D The pencil... is amused.