Thursday, April 1, 2010
I'm Spamming My Own Blog
But at this moment, I feel the need to write. Can a few pathetic lines be considered writing still?
My incoherence probably is the perfect display of my thin and tight string of frustrated thoughts.
So thin a piece of string that is, so that you can't see,
but so taut it is that it cuts me through my yearning skin.
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