Seems like I woke from a million year nap. Trying to get the sleepies out of my eyes. I look in the mirror I don't know who it is. I think someone should take the old man home. Looks like hes ready to cry. My hair is getting greyer. Guess I'm waiting to die. So say me a prayer. As if I should care. Who the hell stares.Or why.
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-06-18 19:47:18
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