Tuesday, July 8, 2008

derailed

i can feel my lean.
i can feel me leaning.
i'm bound to tumble
stumble, collapse and crumble.

i'll be pieces
i'll be swept away in the wind
i'll skirt outside comets
i'll be dust

i'm a mistake
drifting past
right choices
and wise decisions

failing tests
and disappointing.

I need someone to fucking hug me.

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