November 2009
5 posts
This is what I know;
I smoke to many god damn cigarettes. My hair is curled. I continue to do the same things over and over again expecting different results. I enjoy your touch. I think of the touch of someone miles away. I am tired, exausted. I have no amends to be made. Writing three pages every morning is a daunting task. I have to create or I will perish.
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