in words and in images
we tell a story.
like dolls, we hide
behind the truth.
dolls live a trapped life,
as we also do at times
. every face has a story.
this is mine.
Friday, April 3, 2009
im sorry I have not added a post in a while. i have started a few and then exited the box. i guess because ive felt that no one really seems to care about how I feel so what is even the point. and I still dont really want to.
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