We wait to be rescued, but for whatever reason no one comes. We figure that if no one protects us then we must not be worth protecting so we become prey and are so easily picked off. Our wounded, kicked-puppy gazes attract sly predators and we sell ourself for clearance sale prices, mistaking screwing for caring.
I hope one day to inspire someone with the words I write on this page...
To help them through the difficult times in their life...
To make someone feel they aren't alone...
To maybe change someones life for the better...
But I hope for his sake he never reads this...
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
threehundred'seventyfive
We wait to be rescued, but for whatever reason no one comes. We figure that if no one protects us then we must not be worth protecting so we become prey and are so easily picked off. Our wounded, kicked-puppy gazes attract sly predators and we sell ourself for clearance sale prices, mistaking screwing for caring.
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