like adam sandler once said:"its hard to soar like an eagle when you're surrounded by turkeys."
i dont have space to dream. i dont have space to maintain the many loves i have. as the dust collects on the boxes underneath my bed, so it does on the word "have" so much so its becoming a "had". though i'll never allow that. its frustrating and its making me a green-eyed monster.
i hate it.
i am desperate. please God.
snll drifted away at 7:56 AM
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