tortured spirit wanders the night.
can't think. can't stop thinking.
what if what if what if what next who cares
too late baby
might as well shoot yourself there's no room on the arc
can't. got a family to raise
got dreams
got a fuckin right like everyone else
got a huge debt
got a honking maternal leave for a resume
lurking doom you're blocking my fucking sun move away
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
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