its all about the little things. put them in a bowl. fill it up. thats what you do. i drink it down. it goes down so easy. it heads straight for my heart, pumping out and flowing throughout my blood, carrying it to every inch of me.  it fills me. little by little, inch by inch, i am slowly filled with little pieces of you. muffled screams echo deep within as blood gushes through my shredded veins, oozing across the floor, leaving me standing in the new wall to wall caperting that was once my insides. jagged bits surface, taking the blame as the cause of my pain and torture. placed there by you. didnt think id notice the razorblades amidst the smoothe bits of crystallized sweetness you were feeding me? well damn you. i did. and they hurt.

im hungry. must eat before work. peace.

love michelle.

.. you wanna know who i really am.. well so do i.. so do i ..

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