This is an open book of my expressions, life, and problems. You are taking part of my journey through life. Some of the poems and stories I write are true.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Situated
You walk with a grudge, Down the hall you trudge. You stare back at me, I try to flee. What happened to us? Now you always just fuss. Have you lost your mind? Are you unalligned?
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