Monday, November 23, 2009

LETTERS FROM THE SOL: WORTH

DEAR,

"I CAN HEAR YOUR HEART, CRYING OUT..." BUT I JUST DON'T THINK THAT ITS FOR ME. SEE YOURE SOOO BEYOND YOURSELF THAT I DON'T THINK YOU RECOGNIZE YOURSELF... SO RATIONAL YET A COMPLETE PSYCHOTIC BREAK COME TO LIFE.


I'M GLAD IT ENED UP BEING NOTHING... CUZ YOURE SOMETHINGS WOULD ONLY TURN INTO BAD THINGS FOR ME. YOU'RE INCAPABLE OF GIVING WHAT SOMEONE NEEDS AND ONLY CAPAPBALE OF PSEUDO-ORGANIC AFFECTION. SO SAD TO WATCH SOMETHING SO GREAT BE SO TARNISHED AND GO UNPOLISHED.



I HOPE THAT YOU CAN REALIZE YOUR WORTH BEFORE YOU'RE TRUELY WORTHLESS. AND YOU CAN KNOW WHAT ITY MEANS TO BE A REAL FRIEND AND FIND A REAL MATE.


ALWAYS

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