Wednesday, October 13, 2010
They breath trough an open wound.
Does every inhale hurt?
They are selfish
living inside their box until death
Don't they care?
They're afraid
Always hiding from people.
What do they fear?
Confined in their glass house
Sometimes looking out.
But what do they see?
They don't know pain
They don't know happiness
Are we like them?
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