Sunday, June 18, 2006

scar crossed

I don't wonder as much what they think, ask. Not as much. What is seen though? Some girl who is shut away in her room all day. Cause I feel them asking.

"She okay?"


You know how I tell things.

explain the reality as a widely crossed scar. Not pretending, still can see the flicker in my eyes though I may stand straight.

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