Wednesday, April 20, 2011

addicted

Tell me why I still do the things I always do? Forgive me for the fix today my mouth was dry and the blanket was too short to cover my feet. You passed by like a ghost and left a indelible ink all over the place. Strange things happen for a reason and the weatherman failed to tell what awaits tomorrow. I will bring my umbrella and my suntan lotion. I am about to lose my mind.

Don't be mad at me. Please don't give me that face and lower the tone of your voice. I couldn't afford to lose. I was weak. But I don't regret it.

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