Broken
Apathy defeat on the remains of cigarettes and empty glass. Sultry, muggy, muggy.
No holiday, I do not know what to do. As with any self-respecting hamster, have also given me the cage with the wheel, and I'm running without going anywhere. Dream On, methadone is not necessary. And to wake up and look in the other half of the bed. I have no targets, no cravings for the exotic. I remain silent, arms folded, waiting for this summer, too close, as quickly as possible, do not remind me every day last August, the water pump in the garden, Marcia, with the colander on his head and kisses that you Tommi. The winter will bring new things, I feel it. I hope so. I ask forgiveness for not being there.
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