It's not even my load.
but my heart doesn't know what to do with itself.
it's this bizarre mixture of sorrow and anger,
a frustration at not being able to help,
not being able to rant, or yell at anybody.
It's not my load
but it's still hurting me, getting me down
I don't like being depressed.
nobody should have to deal with shit like yours.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
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