Wednesday, March 31, 2010
The Stone Unturned
I did my part. I did everything I could. I tried. I worked. I shouted at the make-believe you while I sat in bed at night, staring into the darkness.
It's the same shit that happens all the time.
And I can't figure out why I still try and do my part.
I can't figure out why I still care.
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