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me? you want to get to know me?
why don't you take a look at the floor behind me. those pieces, there and there, that you see glistering and blistering in the sun, that's me. pieces of me, shattered on the ground. there is the very big and tall strong woman me, who strolls down the street in seducive yet serenely measured steps, emanating the strength of a soulful woman. Then there is the wuzz me, the one who is blindly convinced that He would be sitting and waiting in front of my door when I come home, every step down the hallway brings me closer to him, my illusion, my heart beat, the void. In the dark corner you see the peverted me, trying to stare through people's minds like through a looking glass and playing with unworthy thought material.
there are many more me's but now i have to go and prepare for tonights graduation party performance as a rhythm guitar player. my heart is bleeding, but doesn't it do that always?
i heard, it's its job.