What
March 13 [Thu], 2008, 6:03
As I sit down alone in my own room, listening to nothing but the constant whirring of the ceiling fan above my head at 4.34am. It makes me giddy.
As I stared back at my reflection, I crumble down inside and I tear. Every night I worked myself to sleep. It makes me look down at my hands and ask myself,
” What is it that I really want?”
As I stared back at my reflection, I crumble down inside and I tear. Every night I worked myself to sleep. It makes me look down at my hands and ask myself,
” What is it that I really want?”
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