05-30-2004, 05:20 AM | #11 |
Check mate.
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I wake up
put on the radio wonder what to do where to go sip the coffee from my greasy cup stare at the ceiling I'm up, I'm up though eyes are closing I cannot wake to the kitchen the toast I take butterknife cuts I slump to the floor not from bleeding but I must sleep some more
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I AM FURIOUS
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