A Whistle in the Wind
Friday, August 26, 2011
White
Everythings White
Blank
&
Empty
Alone
It's okay, I'm used to it.
Trust me.
Everything's fine.
Lies. Lies. Lies.
I know it's
crazy
but I feel like no one cares.
Not even me.
I don't care.
When everythings white it's easy.
No pressure.
Right?
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