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By Ravenheart Date: 2013 Jul 22 Comment on this Work [[2013.07.22.13.47.662]] |
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The clock ticks in sync, tink, tink, with my heartbeat. Or, maybe it's just another headache threatening to rear its ugly head. Where's that pill, that magic elixir, that will make me be who I'm supposed to be. I do not fit into my own skin today. I guess I never did, but today it's so much worse. I hate the color gray it reminds me of wool Gray mittens of my childhood drying on the radiator. You can never go back. No one told me to enjoy every minute. The sadistic bastards. I guess misery does love company. |