Jan 272009
I gorge myself on anything that even looks like it could be food, like a suitcase overflowing
with layers. Trying hard to swallow my pain, a sweet and sour tide dribbles down the walls
of my throat begging for freedom.
May 8 2007
I gorge myself on anything that even looks like it could be food, like a suitcase overflowing
with layers. Trying hard to swallow my pain, a sweet and sour tide dribbles down the walls
of my throat begging for freedom.
May 8 2007
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