*Sigh*....
I have a pregnancy test on my lap.
I have an ulcer in my stomach.
Locked jaw, crunching down barricading my loser thoughts deceit my spiteful tongue. I am without.
Acknowledge the day that sits outside my window sill. I will cry out to God. Hold me plenty inside your soul! Condemned to a fraud.
Sleepless nights have betrayed my dreams. I used to love my bed.
You place your face on my pillow case,
and I am the weeping willow.
only where you will rest your head.
12:49 p.m. - 2003-03-09
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