Dec 19, 2005 18:16
Sometimes I feel like I'm a piece of broken glass.
Practically transparent. And for the most part. Unnoticed.
Unnoticed to the entire world. A bit that's all but fallen to the ground. Lost. Forgotten.
Uncared for...
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I think of you often too, hope you're doing better then me sadly.
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