they say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone / / they say that your darkest hour comes before your dawn

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Butcher's Mouth;

I've got a way of finding out what you said, but I want to hear it from the butcher's mouth. 
I've got a way of freaking out all your friends when I'm talking out loud. 
But it ends me when I can tell that I've become the person I can't take, 
that I hate, 
a person so much like you.


Note to self; 
Stop.Being.Pathetic.

Achieved. 

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