Beautiful

by argueing with the rain   Sep 2, 2006


The world begins to close in on me. coming closer and closer it takes all my air and begins to suffocate me. i try to force the tears to come but my eyes remain dry. i try to expell all this that i feel inside, send it to the other side of existence. but it stays with me, grafted to my heart and soul. it is a part of me. all i can do now is send my prayer to heaven. God, make me feel beautiful again.

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