niedziela, 19 grudnia 2010

dear who

Dear God please don't laugh at my plans.  
Dear God give me strength to anything you want.
  Dear God I don't know how it is in a brothel.
  But I think that is a horrible place. 
In my head just so. 
It feels like someone injected poison into me. 
I'm dying. I'm dying. 
I'm losing my breath.  
I know that you're there. 
Why so quiet talk to me?

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