Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Chill

It's cold and my fingertips are freezing despite the cigarette between their freshly silver painted nails. But I can't tell if I'm shivering because of the chill outside or the self-loathing and inadequacy inside.

I'm in love with a man I've never met.

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