a crazed bitch and a crazed dude, or were they?
you're right. i have no term for this kind of thing. hehehe i thought i was reading the song lyrics of annie lennox's Into the West... If only i can have my words back, my prose and my life, then i will be complete. but this job just sucks you and drains you of your being, of your brain and of your life...
(make that a crazed love and a deluded dude deluded no more)
but you have been complete
completely imperfect
yet, perfectly complete.
your unspoken words had been heard
for your unwritten words have been read
of your life, you, now, made into words flow
your words, you, now, made for you to live
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