Wednesday 1/16/2008 12:27:00 AM

Silly girl, he said. You, with your eyes sewn to the back of your head. How do you see where you're going?

I can tell by where I've been.

Pretty girl wearing your ugly face. Do you think you're fooling anyone?

Yes. All of them.

Silly girl, he said. You, with your thoughts carved into your wrists. Are you dead yet?

No, but It feels the same.

Sad girl wearing your happy face. Who are you trying to convince?

No one.

Everyone.

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