Monday, November 22, 2004

pierce.

Wierd, how they always see right through me. Pierce through all of my bullshit. Remind me that life's about being trouble, not fooling people into thinking I'm trouble. Pierce through the layers to get something that's almost honest.

Then pierce my heart, you asshole. After I've worked so damn hard to keep it safe from you.

Beautiful fucking eyes.

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