I'm winning prizes. I'm going places. Yet, I long to whisper to him that I don't need him. All I can manage to do is whimper. His eyes are unforgiving. His brilliance scares me.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Dangerous prosthetic.
I'm winning prizes. I'm going places. Yet, I long to whisper to him that I don't need him. All I can manage to do is whimper. His eyes are unforgiving. His brilliance scares me.
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