Displayed on my sleeve
Is the contents of my heart
And in my mind
I hope to create pure art
Monday, September 18, 2006
And we all fall down….
I have expired my usefulness at my job The cute boy Hasn’t e-mailed me back My boss annoys me My garden is full My back is still broken My friends ignore me I am exhausted Alone Sore Disillusioned
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