My life.

by Bri   Mar 21, 2006


Hitting the floor,
hands on the door,
these are the things
you'll see at my house.
eating cold dinners, and
being all alone.
wondering if its worth it
wishing you were somehow perfect.
striving to be the best
so you dont come out to be ..
just like the rest.

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