Tears are like hope
slowly dripped on my pillow
They spread
dark, wet and well defined
And slowly they stop growing
and fade away
Soon there is no trace
no memory
of hope or of tears
only overwhelming numbness
Hope turns to tears.
it all fades eventually
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Wish me luck guys. I've got a job interview tomorrow. God knows I need it. Might be nice to get all dressed up and talk to people. If I'm having a good day I might even fool myself into thinking I look ok. Not good. Just ok.
Good luck. I'm sure you'll look 1000 times better than you think you do. Don't forget to smile and flash your boobies! :p
Good luck to you - hope it all goes well.
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