Thursday, October 28, 2010

Did you just clean it all off, break off that ugly crust?

Bound to me by blood, constantly cleaning and washing.

Even if I barely held on.

Even if I didn't hold on.

Even if I didn't hold.

Even if I didn't.

Even if I.

Even if.

Even.

Not even.

It's not fair, your grace, at all.

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