I actually don't have a word processor right now and I want to write.
Sun Jul 18, 2010 10:33:28 pm

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It's a sticker. It's on my paw. I Peel it off but I walk in it's fields, it's home. I get to meet it every day, the knowledge, knowing you would prefer to slowly be killed by slights, abuses, pain and rejection because the alternative is me. Knowledge it is the part of me I fail to change that makes me invisible in the day by day. Knowing there is somewhere else invisible to me as I am to you. A sticker in my paw, us suckers always are too willing to let it rest. Because we care about stickers, that's what makes us suckers, and we live to whimper, to do our best to silently suffer, instead of finding those that will help lick our wounds. But im too lazy, to find the lurker who thinks I am worthy of it's time, it would just be better, to realize I am a sticker and pull me out of their life, and then maybe when there is nobody I can hurt, and there is no one that causes me to coo, i can find me dirt, bury myself in the eart, and become the weed everybody sees. (draft #1)