There are no good days in hell.
some days are
worse than
others,
but
the
misery
is unrelenting.
I will never
escape
what looms.
life is short.
the burn
is slow.
let me forget
what little
love,
and
peace of mind
I have know.
When I drag
us under,
I want you to
understand,
that
you
were
better
than
all
of
this.
you didn't deserve
what
I
am.
9/1/07 3:12 am
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