You always leave me out of things you know I want to do.
I guess whoever you went with means more to you than me.
Obviously.
You know how to reach me if you wanted to.
Your lack of effort really just makes me depressed.
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‘Cause talking is better than working
I spend a lot of time pondering what it all means.
A Writer's Musings (And Likely Some Shameless Self-Promotion As Well)
An outlet for my random thoughts and interests
where would it flow...
Serving a little poetic nourishment Monday thru Friday and featuring a Short Play Saturday Matinee to read.
Tales From The Life Of A Soul
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