eight
2002-10-28-11:59 p.m.


i love the way you say it. that you love me more than everything. would still do anything. i have a boy who would kill his whole family on my command. but i've still got a hole inside...waiting to be filled. what could i need for it? some plaster to smooth over the imperfection. paint it over, pale white skin. someone would end up breaking through anyway, leaving a plastic gash through my stomach. and tomorrow won't be any better.

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