Im sitting here and the only thing I can do is cringe the words in my mind over and over again... as if Im saying it with vengeance, an unsubtle whisper that swims through my teeth and curls over my lips... 'sulkers'. I resent, I vindicate, I love and I love to hate.
It doesnt even deserve this attention it craves. The cheap trophy is almost his, almost thrown his way.
I am a prize but I have no meaning by myself. And so I cringe again and once more.
Everything about you is all that i abhor.
I wish you were different, not so shoddy and cheap
Maybe more like me.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
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