Trophey, by . QUEENIE . Subscribe to rss feed for <b>. QUEENIE .</b> 

open wounds
open doors
the stress
and hate
go out
and the pain
comes in
reminders of
the youth we lost?
reminders of
the worthlessness
the hate we feel
the pain we live.
constant.
so why not
have something
to show for it.

xoxo
Ellie
Posted: 2006-05-02 02:43:08 UTC
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