As I carefully collect every piece of my travels and place them into nice little files, i find that everything in my experience will always be just a mess.
9/2/11
In the room
I dont expect to know the rest of what has happened to me.
but just a guess of what is left
is that Ill never leave.
i curse the name of self-esteem to insure that i can change
but second best to all the rest has taken toll on me.
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