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