consistencies
feel like failures of to be.
i me justin
this stuff
is not one wieldable self.
when i show up at a dinner, when i wake up
i am not one person, yet am trusted to be
Showing posts with label getting rid of my crap. Show all posts
Showing posts with label getting rid of my crap. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
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