Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Walking on a cloud

How could I explain? It all came pouring out of me, it was cold and my hands were trembling.

You missed another hangout to pick up a shift. I get money is important, but honey so am I. You front like all is good but little do we know, you've managed to shared nothing. I have stood up twice to say what's up, and I really wish not for a third.

I'll see you on my terms.

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