wish i had the key to a door to a secret pocket dimension in which i could enter and disappear. come and go as i please. the world is too much for this lonely black girl to handle sometimes. wish there was a way to take a break. seems like you just have to stay or go. going is a permanent decision. but staying has a time limit. looks like i'll have to settle for a cigarrette on my porch and wait it out.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
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