Hurt me, dirty pain that i use to clean my wounds. You are my catharsis. You are my answer. In you I seek the shelter from the pain i give to myself. In me, I find the emptiness that you leave behind, filled with a calm that only you can give me. My life, so endlessly spinning, comes to a halt in your great soft hands. And once again, things are normal. Thank you.
Things go Wrong
Hurt me again.
Sunday, November 16, 2003
Posted by Mandy at 3:37 PM
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