While the sounds of the city thrum and pulse through my head, I gather up the shards of my dignity, and stumble to another hole, another meal, another little bag of joyless bliss.
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Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Weary Fate
While the sounds of the city thrum and pulse through my head, I gather up the shards of my dignity, and stumble to another hole, another meal, another little bag of joyless bliss.
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