11 Stickers
Is this it?
Tell me why it still crosses my mind?
A joy I cant get enough of, hate so much I want to get enough of.
To where the sun comes up as my eyes never closed
I try to act like it’s not there but it’s there
To see it- it buns…boil- cook.
To hide -it simmers
How matter much I try not to remember
Irritating like a stuck permanent sticker
-Izzy
3:35AM 8/11/08
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