Today, I'm going to be a stereotype in mourning.
I'll cry untill my eyes swell shut.
I won't eat, despite a gnawing hunger.
A self imposed fast as punishment
for words that have forced their way out
like verbal vomit, spewing without end.
Ceaselessly telling the truth.
2 comments:
guess.
drunnk dial?
love this sad but love it
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