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Link Details for: | 13 steps |
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| Link ID# | 22 |
| Link URL | http://cdjlmca@hotmail.com |
| Submited By | c.d. johnson |
| Added On | Wed_Oct__1__2003 |
Description:
she spent the morning organizing my death. she washed my clothes and hid my vodka. i never said her name enough, this much i now know. I would lay in bed all morning waiting for the sun to clear the clouds and soak my face thru the window. Always a reminder to remember, to try and to forget, to simply just breath. but some days, the car won't start, the blood doesn't rush, and the drugs refuse to work. So long to saying sorry, So much for something pure, So far ive done so little. So now, I sit here like a broken seat belt longing for the accident. I put my head in my hand, a smile on my face, and single thought in my brain and wait. Because sometimes thats all you can do, is just wait. |
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