A paper heart, crumpled in my hand. A paper arm, that I extend. You reach for my paper arm, and it tears. A fragile paper girl, with an even more fragile, paper heart.
July 5, 2009
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I can’t think of a single thing to say.
I’m trying to come up with a clever comment, or a witty line, something that will make me feel like myself again, but nothing comes to mind. I guess on days like this, I’m just someone else.
