*In my attempts to salvage and organize my old journals and scraps of writings in their original grammatically raw and somewhat unreadable form I will be trying to catalog in blog form*
Monday, October 7, 2013
07/21/2008
while I was carving out your heart I got a splinter
while picking at my splinter I got a tear
when my tear fell I thought of you
and got more tears
and when I wiped my tears my splinter stung
and I stopped caring
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