it's no stretch to say you were not quiet a father
but a donor of seeds to a poor single mother, that would raise us alone
we never saw the money
it went down your throat
through the hole in your belly.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
this could be the end of everything
how do i always fall so fast?
who's going to catch me now?
when will these foolish games end?
what's going to be the end result?
where will i be when i realize how naive i've truly become?
why do i have to question everything?
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