Thursday, December 8, 2011

I Just Want To Fix You.

I've never been so scared, my stomach and the words churning inside me are convulsing in slow uneven patterns that hit me like a bat to the face; and only in these drastic changes do I find living and breathing.

98% is spent dying and being blinded.
2% is spent being hit in the face by uncontrolled emotions.

I'm running on autopilot.

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