Sunday, July 27, 2003
thoughts writtten on my arm after lifeguarding
The tears you can no longer shed well up in my eyes, threatening to crawl down my cheeks. An overflow of unasked questions. Afraid of getting some answers, hard edge words waiting to cut me open.
[You'll ask for meaning, but when I go to look for the questions I can only find the stupid ones that mean nothing at all.]
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