Voiceless
January 18, 2002 @ 11:00 a.m.
What a disgustingly beautiful day. The sun's out. It's much too cold to stand.
The lake is frozen over, but I wouldn't trust it enough to step on it. A thin crust. It's what I see from the second floor window.
Cars pass by, never knowing. Never caring. Never caring to care.
Downhill fast. Cold, tired. So tired. And hungry. For something. For sex. Knowledge. A better time than this. Anything.
Another weekend. A long one. Bitter. At least I don't have to see his face.
I couldn't stand it. Tears. Fallen. They hit the ground and splatter.
Voiceless.
And I turn to you, to see disgust. I never thought you'd feel that way towards me.
I was wrong.
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