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Mister Bent · 05-02-2010, 11:52 AM

Oh when I look to the shape of my heart,
it's separated only by scars,
that cut in and cut out, or leave me without,
all a heart that functions at all.

And when I look to the shape of the sky,
I give thanks for this hollow chest of mine,
that I no longer feel, the great weight of ordeals,
that can make this life so unkind

05-02-2010, 11:52 AM	#6917
Mister Bent Senior Member How Do You Identify?: . Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: . Posts: 2,905 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 4,151 Thanked 5,825 Times in 1,722 Posts Rep Power: 21474854	Oh when I look to the shape of my heart, it's separated only by scars, that cut in and cut out, or leave me without, all a heart that functions at all. And when I look to the shape of the sky, I give thanks for this hollow chest of mine, that I no longer feel, the great weight of ordeals, that can make this life so unkind __________________ Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats. - H. L. Mencken