Thursday, December 4, 2008

Time

Sometimes it washes over me like an ocean, when I'm not quite expecting it.
"You're alive."
And then the worries crawl in like bugs...
amidoingitrightshitwhydidntiomgwhatifinevershitshitshitimnotgoodenoughandimgonnafailitsinevitable

Makes for a good song, though.

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