As I look for the title of my totaled car I have come upon yet more poetry I had published on the net which has likely long since been lost to the ether...  I will post it as I can.

Right now, I don't know what upsets me more, finding this work of 11 years ago or not finding the title from 5 years ago.  It's all bad.  It all hurts and I'm frightened.

I hate my room.  I loved my car.  I hate my room.  I loved my car.  If I can't find the title, what then?
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Tags: accident, car, fuck, poetry, room
Current Location: In My Room
Current Mood: scared
Current Music: Silence