Wednesday, October 8, 2008
We’ve come this far only to find us in tears.
I’m anesthetized.
I don’t feel like your Lil’ precious baby girl.
I don’t get your special attention.
I don’t receive your regular messages and phone calls.
I feel ugly now.
What I am as of now is not what you want me to be.
My body's not functioning healthily.
My braincells are clustered, I'm losing my mind.
I'm dying.
I feel dry.
I need you.
I really do.
Labels: I'mbreakingdown.
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