it's kind of like a black hole, yeah
not in my room but it's still pulling me in
and the real problem is kind of that i can't apologize,
no matter how i try
and it just became so strikingly clear that they lie
when they say "what you don't know can't hurt you"
because that is all that's hurting me,
isn't it?
i played the prophet and freaked myself out but
i have never wished so strongly that i was wrong.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
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my real comment is on the previous poem. but ditto here.
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