I sit far from them, they dont notice a bit of my deprivation... ...just their fame and themselves will I be like them? will I toss currency around like feet feed on paper? Truth seems far away like the uncertatiny of a flipped coin. What I need is In the hands of another. (dang) Something I love is broken.
silence.......
Madame Lovette · Thu May 01, 2008 @ 02:19am · 0 Comments |