Jan 30, 2004 16:45
My father did not have a son, to him, and as a child, I drifted, bleeding to death from unseen savages that tore at the flesh, and gnawed on the bones. I am his blood but not his heart. Should he always remember to forget, I remain still. Broken by his long term goals.
Leave a comment
Comments 153
i am curious though, as to how you found me & why am i interesting to read? or maybe im not.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
why'd you add me?
that's about it.
Reply
Leave a comment