Wednesday, July 2, 2008
i am empty
how does a watermelon hold in all that sweet liquid? as if it were made and grew for the exact moment it was open. how does it know?
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This is my online diary...No one shall know who I am. I need some ground for my tears, sweat, and spit to seep through. I also need some dirt to dig my nails in...This blog shall be just that.