it all started on a thursday...
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
I'm always hoping.
Every time the phone rings I
its for me. I pray its something to get me out of here.
Every time someone knocks on the door I cross my fingers and hope.
its someone to get me out of there... but then I realize. Nothing can get me out. I'm
like a fat kid in
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