One of my favorite
types of days, 13 being
my lucky number.
Too bad it has to be spoiled
by the bitterness of
people who have begun to
grow beyond themselves
who think everything is
about them.
It's so disheartening to
watch someone with so much
promise actually begin to
self-destruct.
That's the only reason that I
really care. Because
regardless if I know you
or not, I'd still stop to see
why you are sobbing on the
side of the road.
Oh, and sleeve714, I
need where you're at, like,
sleeve714@______ (fill in the
blank for me, baby)
08/13/99
Hempnation because my cottonclothes fall apart too quickly.
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