2011-05-26

i am sick.
my heart, my mind, my soul are infected.
just keep as far away as possible, or i shall infect you, too. 


if i had the guts, i would cut out my tongue today, and file away my fingers... 
you go ahead and live, leave me to my sickness, leave me to my sickness, leave me to my sickness.

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