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Tuesday, July 04, 2006
You're cold with disappointment While I'm drowning in the next room The last contagious victim of this plague between us I'm sick with apprehension I'm crippled from exhaustion And I dread the moment when you finally come to kill me I could answer all your questions with perfect explanations. But i shall just keep everything in me. Because nothing is perfect. Nothing will be better than me having my pride for supper. And i suppose there will be more nights coming, awaiting to serve me a nice cold bowl of bitter pride. All i have to do is suppress my inner beast, chanting to myself that everything will be alright soon enough, and swallow a plate full of cold rusted iron nails which is my pride. And even after then, the cold rust taste and the cruel creeping cold pain lingers. |
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