Non-Easy Silence
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I don't like Sundays. Sunday means getting it all together for tomorrow. I have papers due tonite for my grad classes, lesson plans to finish, papers to grade, and other random shit around the house to do. Like, Beau and Shelby both need bathed. I'm sure there's laundry that needs doin'. And in the middle of all this, and for some fucked-up reason no one's sure of, there's no one to talk to.
Carbon Monoxide
Soon I'll go to sleep
Carbon Monoxide
Soon I'll go to sleep
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I don't know how to get over someone as dangerous, tainted, and flawed as you. You're screwed up and brilliant, look like a million dollar man. So why is my heart broke?
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