what we are we are we are we are

notes are up and down and up and around me covering me sending me rough chills rude awakenings all the same. call to parents heard the your worthless bit you always take advantage your a user they say no one else says this but them they are the only ones two days cold wind i am still leaning to help a friend but all they see all they see is that nothing comes of writing it doesn't pay the bills they say it's not worth wasting time when you could be making money could be making something of yourself. there is nothing left to make of me. i am just this. words typed printed down down down down down down down down down down down down down down down down down down down down down down down down down down down down down is there any other way to be than what you are?

2002-09-18 | 8:44 p.m.
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