Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Creation
I am the needle in your eye. I am the thorn twist in your side. I am the rain on your parade. I am the wait for better days. I am deceit, hate, and lies. I'm all the things that you despise. I'm the despise that you feel. I'm the sick that never heal. You create me.
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