As It Seems
pieces of me were always on paper
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
To All My Last Words
Boredom is a callus thing,
it calls a storm a
habit
.
You might say
one who still has youth has it easy
but you would be wrong.
There is no disease more awful
than potential.
This is as far in my head as you ever need to get.
END
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