13 Mar 2007

thinking overload.

i cant eat. but im not in love. my wisdom tooth is killing.

i cant sleep. but im not in love. i suffer from insomina.

i cant think anymore. you stole my brain. but my heart is intact.

though its been grated like cheese, my heart is still intact.

i wonder how much thought can go into thought.

im proud. complete. lets meet.

zaza at 10:58 pm

0 angels shot me

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