Jul 19, 2005 03:46
And the whole day
boils down to
being alone.
That’s sound not sad.
Most mornings, I feel like I’ve just surfaced into another pot of water, and I have to keep holding my breath.
Today, I guess I’m beyond, or what we had has turned dark and I don’t understand it anymore.
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