august 14, 2013
"i don't understand why you feel sorry for me when i cry myself to sleep."
she said.
"eventually it gets so bad that i feel numb. then everything's alright."
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Poetry"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed." a collection of capricious drabbles. © Valarie Rae, two thousand and thirteen.
numb
august 14, 2013
"i don't understand why you feel sorry for me when i cry myself to sleep."
she said.
"eventually it gets so bad that i feel numb. then everything's alright."