Friday, September 14, 2012

...

I drink coffee like water, 
and I still don't know what to say.
I don't know how to get out of bed half the time, 
It isn't pretty.
I whisper secrets, 
I am still looking to be saved, 
I am so weak, 
and I am so strong,
here you go, I'll give you everything,
for one more chance, 
my heart is ugly, 
But it could be all yours 

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