Sunday 8 August 2010

GUNK

The words just fell out of mouth as if dragged by gravity. I spilled them everywhere, on the floor, on my clothes, my hair... Tried to pick them up, but they are so light the wind blew them away. Too late. I did say I was sorry. The only relief I can get from this is that my head feels less heavy now. Even though the words ruined my t-shirt. That's ok though, I don't mind my own gunk.

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