Theres a hole in my chest,
Its getting bigger each waking moment,
Theres something wrong,
Out-of-place
And I can't find it.
All I am are damaged goods now so why would you want me?
I'm not the best thing you'll find,
But you'll be the best thing that has ever happened to me,
So fix my heart with safty pins and super glue,
And I should be as good as new.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
holes
Posted by Layla at 1:39 PM
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Hey im the first one to comment! Yayness! You have very deep thoughts! I love this because it felt very heartfelt! Keep writing!
Wow. Thids is so song-like. i love it. You need to actually publish more of this kind of stuff out to a bigger public. Your thoughts are strong, and it shows very well in your writing. I like this becaysue it seems like somthing totally honest, but totally not. I can't even explain it. Wow. <3
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