

Her beating heart...Warm milk trickled over her fingers and ran in small rivelets down her arm towards her elbow. "Damned eyedropper".... she muttered under her breath as she picked up another small screaming lump of fur from the laundry basket. Barely two weeks old, it peered at her out of it's one open eye with an expression of complete helplessness. The four lumps left in the makeshift nest wailed like sirens serving only to remind her of the throbbing, pulsating headache that all of this had induced. "These aren't even my cat's kittens, why am i doing this?" she thought as the next one loosed it's bladder on her jeans... she sighed and trudged off to changeHer beating heart...


Love sucksFrustration builds inside of me Why is it no one else can see In all the ways that all of this is wrongLove sucks
Don't want my eyes, anymore to see what I've been traded for This torture's simply taking far too long
Why can't I look away Why can't I disappear There's nothing left to say But I can always hear The beating of one heart the sound of falling tears
My last piece of sanity Is currently escaping me God why can't I be where I belong
I need to forget where I've been
I just need to feel loved again I'm so sick and t


The Friend I Should BeWe draw the drapes on romance, and begin to realize that were not much of anything when were not side-by-sideThe Friend I Should Be
I promise I will hold you, when your pain becomes too great and I promise I will hold you, when youve had all that you can take
Ill be the friend I should be when the glamour falls away, and I promise to be your best friend at the end of every day
as the friend I should be, you know that Ill never leave, never forsake, nor abandon you, during your times of greatest need
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The existence of flamethrowers proves that someone, somewhere, at sometime, said: "I need to set that thing on fire, but it's too far away."
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