solo. so low. my chest is bare from crawling on the ground. across the broken bottle shards of what was. across the ashes i can't seem to pull myself together enough to rise out of. i never really cared for the myth of the phoenix anyway.
funny how many "friends" you have when you're down in it. they say nice things, remind you to rise above, keep your chin up, give it time.
they are fools.
from brash beginning to the bitter end, we are all, each and every one of us, alone.
ghost
Friday, February 16, 2007
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i like being alone near you being alone.
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