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Sunday, April 08, 2007

when heartache translates into the physical.

THE DRUGS DON'T WORK.

this hurt. it trancends beyond bodily pain.
So doctor, thank you for your prescription of
anarex and pontalon but no thank you.

this profound, indestructible melancholy,
what is it?
this heaviness of heart,
what is it?
this perpetual sadness,
what is it?

It's like you have to fight for very breath,
and tell death to go to hell.




2:23 AM