I'm good. Good. Good.
Stop making me look like one.
I'm not an asshole.
I'm not a dick.
I'm not a prick.
No ones ever brought you lasagna.
Cooked dinner.
Drove you home when you missed a train.
Never asked questions.
I am good.
You made me feel otherwise.
Robbed time.
Witch.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
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