Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Glass everywhere
There was glass everywhere I looked. Big pieces to tiny shards. I tried to clean it all up but I must have missed a piece since my foot was bleeding this morning. The stench of teh trutle's water was overwhelming. The whole scene was very ironic. My hear felt like the broken glass - a million little pieces and the stench is what I imagine heartbreak smells like.
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