Mea Culpae?
By HiramDiaz
Sunday morning and its all my fault. It doesn't matter what it is, it's still all my fault. Sunday evening and I wonder whose fault it is; steaming faucet water, bleeding wrists and trembling fingers noiselessly dropping a rusted razor onto the linoleum carpeting.I don't like this very much.....Let me know what you think could be fixed! ) hiram Written February 12th, 2002 © on Feb 11 2002 06:19 PM PST 0 • 18 • 13
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