(5.27.04)
he is me
he sits in darkness and screams in silence and swears the only thing you'll hear is the breaking of his heart he wont reach out the only thing he grabs is a mask so you can't see whats goin on behind it with a face of comedy and tragedy he constantly perplexes you and leaves you wondering what his intentions really are hes manipulative and coniving yet sweet and loving he can be your best friend or your most hated enemy aside from his own markings his skin is realativly flawless his scars run deeper then the flesh can show he's a mystery wrapped in a riddle an enigma of sorts leaving anyone and everyone in his presence confused and puzzled looking into the mirror he doesn't see his own reflection but more or less pieces of the people he's encountered in his life time he really doesn't exist, he's a fragment of your imagination, he is only what you make of him, he is me.
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"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world." - Tyler Durden
Last edited by emmdubbs; 05-27-2004 at 07:50 AM..
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