Saturday, May 7, 2011

Her eyes make the stars look like they're not shining

Spark of hope had a small bucket of dirt dropped on it today.
Loneliness only strengthens by such acts.
Wish they could understand.
But I can't tell them.
You know I'm not that straight forward.
But I'm not strong.
Took all my courage just to talk to anyone last night
They know I'm not good with people.
Hopefully...

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