you give new meaning to biting
the hand that feeds you, since
you pretty much just spit in my face.
i wish i could write about one
person, always. i wish there was
one human that meant that much to
me, but there's not. each time that
i say "you", its a different person.
and, guess what?
it pains me to write sometimes.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
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