like rain. shirt sleeve, but oh, it's the way i feel inside... my skin peeking out through a crude peephole at the world, invisible to you in all but part...

i am incomplete.

i am a work in progress.

and i am fraying at the edges.
crimson I tore my pants at his house, on that old rusty swing under the bridge. I shrieked and fell, laughing with a mock scowl.
It was my only pair of jeans; you helped me sew a patch over the hole.
Michelle my bell rip me. 040227
u24 MacDuff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped. 040228
u24 so you better watch the fuck out, MacBeth! you big fat fuck.

(that's what shakespear really wanted to say)
what's it to you?
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