I tried, I fucking tried.
I'm hindered in my ability to associate,
Quiet in the way I befriend.
It's my fault I can't fit in here,
My fault I don't have the words to say.
You look so good convulsing on the floor,
Right after I slammed you into the fucking door.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
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