July 2012
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Growing or Not
Always ‘the one’. Buying time with loose change because I lost my job many moons ago. And like I said, I am always ‘the one’. Eyes open in the blackest of nights, guiding poor, lost souls by the tails of their tattered coats. I’m sick of being alive. I’m sick of drawing from Bartlett’s and finding nothing but tired old memories stuck like gum between...
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