"I can read minds... I'm psychotic, you know."
Thoughts on the hear, know and every why... about the past, present, future; about what is, was, what could have been, and what may never be.
You can call me "casla paltac." Literally, "with only his balls," meaning, with nothing else but guts (balls). And moving forward...
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
SHARE: [POEM] "Hurt" by diegoberrioscanto
hurt by diegoberrioscanto
i hate you for putting the puddle before me, my tears.
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