My life, my life. Where is my life?
Sadness and despair. Worthless because I am.
Washed through the blood in my veins.
Meaningless fluids.
I hate you. Yes, I mean you.
2/15/10
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
