Stand near you or smell your sweat
Throwing up in the bathroom stall
Watching the blood congeal around the chunks I made
up listening to splashes in the water
As tears fall with that putrid s**t I call
Food in my mouth
In the cancer called life
I write these words down and say, Look at me
I'm jsut me
No one else
And wait to find the one i can truely say
"He's no you" Too
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*sighs*.............Well....I guess its back to teh drawing board with love and life and tragedy. Comady and sadness. I'm jsut trying to make a point. Don't take this s**t seriously. People. I mean....God....
