praying for pain, that you get back together.
It's a lot of wrong timing.
All of the days turn into days I don't remember living. The Army was working on this drug when I was in high school to help soldiers remember stuff on very little sleep. I wonder if they could hook me up.
I get sad every once in a while. And then I turn off the radio and I'm pretty fine. The aloneness is cherishable.
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