confessions of a mad ginger.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Dreary
Today is a day
just like any other day
but today is damp.
Dead.
And I am done for.
Every song I hear
today
reminds me of emptiness
loneliness
insanity.
And although you are
not alone
I remember
pain.
And I try to stay angry.
Angry rather than sad.
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