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~ My Third Sunset Today

By Manicmuze

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its been over forty eight hours since i've slept and i'm not feeling tired yet actually, i almost feel wired or twisted or on fire or something all complicated, all conspiring as if i can take each worry and teach it right from wrong maybe make a song out of it find a new direction like when i'm planning a comeback from the dead, from the self-made prison cells of my regret where sometimes the blocks on the walls start to move with the punches and i've counted them all a hundred times over what is today, i can't remember it doesn't matter, its just passing over like the smoke from my last cigarette and i'm sitting here, with the quiet watching my third sunset today and i don't know my way —and i don't have all the answers yet..** ugh Written April 12th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2003 10:52 AM PST, Wendy Hammond   0 • 10

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