I write, write, write, day and night.
I resist the urge to take my life.
I somehow conclude that everything is all right.
If you need an answer then pick up a knife,
carve out your heart and turn out the light.
Never get married, make solitude you wife.
Look up to the stars all shiny and bright.
Amen.
If you hate yourself does that also mean you must love yourself equally? Are the two not connected hand in hand? Two identical twins with different upbringings? I know a pair of twins. They are both super awesome girls. One keeps straight hair (sometimes), while the other one curls. Love is so relative while hate is so definitive. Or at least it seems.
March 15th, 2007
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