April 13, 2010
People always ask me if I'm tired. But i always say, "No," My eyes are so hollow. Blue...like an ocean. the deeper you look the sorrier you get. I used to be hated, and that ruined me. I used to think that everything was hell. Thats what hollowed my eyes.My friend, my one friend, was my only escape. I pasted on a smile and lived. Let it pass. Too bad i can't forget, at all. My hollow eyes look at those people with a twinge of anger, shadowed by hollowness.

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