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saaaave me
Jan. 15th, 2007 09:06 amThe year backs in like a cringing dog, arse-first.
Nothing is wrong. My life is full of opportunity, adventure, and potential. Anything I could ask for.
Yet I feel like a crushed cigarette butt of some godawful brand, Player's, say.
Give me something to light up and smoulder for.
A limerick. A bad joke. Your own stories. Beautiful lies. Anything that doesn't require me to be excellent and on the ball and together and with-it and everything I currently don't feel capable of ever again, even though I know that never will only last until mid-March at worse. Point me towards stupid videos, lj entries. Anything.
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Nothing is wrong. My life is full of opportunity, adventure, and potential. Anything I could ask for.
Yet I feel like a crushed cigarette butt of some godawful brand, Player's, say.
Give me something to light up and smoulder for.
A limerick. A bad joke. Your own stories. Beautiful lies. Anything that doesn't require me to be excellent and on the ball and together and with-it and everything I currently don't feel capable of ever again, even though I know that never will only last until mid-March at worse. Point me towards stupid videos, lj entries. Anything.
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