Friday, September 2, 2011

A white flag of surrender poking out of sweat soaked sheets.

It's all my fault.
It's all my fault.
I know.
I know.

The word good put in quotation marks today.

Because I brought this on myself and everyone around me.

I will show you, whether I like it or not, because I don't have a choice..

I'll lose more than I'll ever gain

Little slaking figure.
Fetal position.
Dopamine, depleted.
How long until it's normal?

Don't tell me.

I'll find out.
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