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anger.
anger.
anger.
anger.
anger.
anger.
anger.

i hope it felt good, bastard.

i lit my hair on fire.
i carelessly ran up a number of steps [skipping a few]
and found out how far back a glass door can actually push you when you smash into it full force with your forehead/face.
adding some unmentionables, monday night brought a string of bad luck with it.
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My boss sent me home early tonight.
She said
I seemed wore out.
My phone is dead,
and I am going
to the cemetary.

i've decided that you know too much.

or was it too little?

i want to love. love. love.

i said no- but only one.

i said yes- to four.

i tried and failed.
lost and won.

secession will follow.
i have the fucking right to do so.

i'd love to hide.
i should
be reaching.
too bad i am short and have
weak wrists
that are

-unwilling-

i'm low.
could be lower, but
feeling 
very
low.

for instance, tonight
i wrote my name as out wit caro. i was so scatter-brained and more so  i just
didn't give a shit.
reading it and semi-chuckling
to myself, i thought "heh, damn typos."
 oh well, thats not how
it was supposed to be, but thats the way it
just was.

thinking isn't always bad.