Tuesday, January 11, 2011

I am detached.

The girl and the woman are fighting, fighting and screaming.
I don't understand why they are screaming, why they are tearing each other to pieces.

The girl gets up and sets out on her path. The girl finds gain in numbers and solace in absense. She'd rather break her skin over metal than speak the truth. I don't understand why.

I feel awful. I feel nothing.

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