I'm back. But I ain't okay. I'm back. But my heart's behind me, dragged down along the asphalt. From where I stand, unlike a quicksand--I have to keep moving. If not, I'll be drowned to the painful truth of sorrowful neglect. I look up at the dark clouds up ahead, and I ask..."Why so serious?!"
Saturday, November 01, 2008
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