I don't want your "musts" and "shalls", you can keep your "mays" as well. If you knew me back when, you'd be dissapointed, because I know I am. All this money, and all these books, and all those "poor you" dirty looks. The lump in my throat came dangerously close to screaming. And in the wake of Saturday is where the tailspin begins, and where it ends no one knows. The breath I catch is stale with manufactured regret. So keep your "musts" and I'll just keep praying for Saturday.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
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