Inside

by Que   Mar 3, 2007


I feel all dark and twisty inside, like some where along the way I got screwed up or damaged. My insides are just too much for people to handle. they think they can, and I think they like that. That there's the edge to me, it makes it interesting, gives them something to love, to try and fix. I don't think it's me, they think it is, but it's not me that makes them fall in love or pursue any sort of interest, it's my stupid insides that got all screwed up somehow that made me dark, in a way that I can't even understand.

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