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Tue 28 Jun, 2005 05:11 pm
I'm put on the display table and dissected by a friend. I cry; he enjoys it. I feel crushed, so I cry. Again I'm faced off against him and my heart drops from exhaustion. Cut; cut; cut, I'm pulled apart. Sliced and destroyed, I'm mutilated from the analyzing -hideous. It's not me. It's too broken to be ME. I'm only me when all the pieces fit together. They almost fit; push until they do
snap. They break: I break.
I'm fairly certain there's a lot of technical errors but I thought the emotions portrayed was at least decent. Walla!
I hate those folks who are not satisfied unless they see me on the inside. If I had wanted them to see my insides, I'd have
eaten them.
Me too! It's no fun..I just might have to eat them too!
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