As i sit here on this cold stoney park bench, cold and stoney as my life has now become, i think of better days, days when the nievity of youth was still obvious upon my cheek. i then lift the bottl to my lips and rest my head upon the park bench. It will be… Continue reading fading…
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The things they say but don’t do
They say I care but I really don’t. They think they know me but they never will, they don’t even bother. As long as everything’s easy and painless they can pretend to care but they always turn away in the end, or maybe it’s me. I don’t know and it doesn’t really matter anyways…
Flower (part 1)
It was three in the morning. Ali was dazed. She was always dazed. She was dazed with her life.