I'm not certain what was up with last night. I got home at four in the morning. It would have been earlier if I hadn't been goofing around on the internet.
But what does that matter to anyone? Folks all over the world work into the early morning hours and this tale of woe is self inflicted.
My tales of woe are lame. I have lame woe. I'm not asking for great woe. I like my woeful woe.
They say that kind of stuff builds character. They say those kind of things change you. Those things and that stuff just made me angry. It was costing more than I wanted to pay. I told them to keep the change.
fWOT?
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fLike fZelda and fffscott Fitzgerald
was Bbutton his scripted, unconditional
doomed love
toward his doomed dove
his immortal love
typed
scorned
discarded
was...
3 weeks ago

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