beautiful friend
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Relate to me.
I am being suffocated.
My eyes glazing, senses dulling.
Dying is much more peaceful than I would have imagined.
A shadowy box in an empty room.
Is this all it amounts to? I ask.
Your reluctance to speak answers me with deafening certainty.
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