Grass
Tonights moon is full and i am restless already...wondering, wandering, about the grass on the other side...I keep saying "How did I get here, to this point... to this place..." but I know, and I feel really sorry for myself! Choices made are'nt as easy to erase as the beard Erica is cutting from Calvins face...Everything matters now way too much...
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