We Are All Not Mistakes
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Every time I cry
Do you even look twice to see that maybe it's the wind pushing me from side to side?
Throwing me against these walls and laughing at me?
Despite the angst and sadness and pain that I scream out in?
But no, I'm not even sad.
I'm just sleeping most of the time,
I'm just sleeping,
Most of the time.
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