Listening to: tilly and the way
this canvas was torn.
thrown in the dirt.
all muddy and alone it will remind
tell the trash man comes and recycles it.
with in this canvas lies letters,desite,fustration,anguish,and hate.
with in the paint.
is only hope.
[fuck love all i need is my sling shot and pencil]
crap. three sit promising couples end.
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i do like your diary. this current entry catches my eye w/ the picture. thats cool that you have a profile on myspace as well.
.peace.
.cait.
Poog.