Sunday, February 17

I'll never be anything more than I was today.

that strikes a chord with me. don't ask why...i just think it's beautiful.

Waste of paper and ink
Biding my time
While fighting sleep
Preventing health
Trying to satisfy myself
The day is over
I can't get over it
I must move on
When it is gone

One more page of insincerity please

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