Saturday, March 21, 2009
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(click the photo stream above for myspace) hi. i'm erica jean holmes, twenty-one years young, and as hell bound as they come. i am only half the mess you think i am. i am only half the mess you take me for. i hardly sleep at night. my tiny hands and feet take turns, always being cold. composed "souly" of words, comma splices, metaphors, and run on sentences. flawed. grammatically incorrect, and i like it that way. nothing about me is anywhere near perfect and it's appealing. i'm alive again, my heart is whole again, and i'm going to be alright. i'm a very small person in a very big world, and that's okay, because i was born to word it well.
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Ah my dear , who could belive in your more than I ?
And I was the receiver of your anger on this day.
Your never ending dumping station.
You hummor me.
oh great, receiver.
only because you never let me down.
receiver, because you unlike anyone else can handle it.
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