Sunday, April 19, 2009

There are cold shoulders and the sound of doors being closed too hard.

I miss the blood that ran between us, because we were family. But now the blood in my veins must be poison. It's burning through me and bringing pain to places I did not know it could. I just want it out out out out of me. But without you, I won't survive.

Such cold hard places I must lay my head.

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