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By distant moon Date: 2007 Nov 24 Comment on this Work [[2007.11.24.02.35.7042]] |
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I believe it may be time to end this. I haven't started a life yet that I can't regret. And I never wanted to play the tortured soul actor... but I'm doing a bang up job so far, these days. And all these slamming doors, and sobbing shoulders, sleep in my mind, waking me. All this damage, yours, and I can't break away. Just as my mother, father offered "...why don't you pray?" But I break my back just spite my spine travel down yonder and drink your wine. and it goes down slow...and easy, but nevertheless I'm filthy and dirty ...a vagabond bound to the wrong turn road I'm on. And all my fears leap up to the forefront, cheerleaders of what I know is wrong. And dreams, they all come creeping round showing me how it'll end and it's scary. I can't think anymore what to say... ......I just need to pray. |