pieces i feel like a void. i mean inescapable. like an emptiness you can't see. there's a thickness with my feet sunk in. everything just seems to stop. i move so slow and you speed things up. after years of this i've learned nothing about life. i know only of myself not as myself but as some other distant species. i feel like the gutter of a house so bold against winter winds. soppy and dripping with muck. insects crept in. so many live easy and unrelentless. here i am thinking how hard it is to survive with pale skin and aching bones. i feel disconnected. like i'm so miserable but i don't know where it comes from. and people ask me how i am, and i tell them i'm doing really good. and it's not a lie. but then i still feel so lost. i don't think i feel my own emotions anymore. i just recognize them and articulate.
11.25.06                                      so fucking st e r  i   l    e  .
stop plagiarism.
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