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Dropping, hitting, clunking, Like a stone falling into the stomach. All day long, it jumps and sinks. Your indifference stings Worse than my blisters, And worse than your hate. And like a child, I cling to your side And look in your eyes. I am searching for love, And acceptance, But all I see is a blur. All you show me Is your disgust, And all I feel is sorrow. Why do I remain attached? Love is the lock To these gagging binds. Everything I do is gross to you. My whole existence is gross to you. "Mostly."
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Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 8:38 PM UTC
"Mostly."
Dropping, hitting, clunking, Like a stone falling into the stomach. All day long, it jumps and sinks. Your indifference stings Worse than my blisters, And worse than your hate. And like a child, I cling to your side And look in your eyes. I am searching for love, And acceptance, But all I see is a blur. All you show me Is your disgust, And all I feel is sorrow. Why do I remain attached? Love is the lock To these gagging binds. Everything I do is gross to you. My whole existence is gross to you. "Mostly."
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Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 8:38 PM UTC
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