Sunday, October 18, 2009

winter just wasn't my season.

competition that doesn't exist/it's driving me crazy.
consuming me, why do I care so much about this?
I write only for myself now, and I live for so few.
Now that I'm happy, I'm so close to being alone.
I'm my own 'group' so to speak, and I'm ok with that.

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