I hate these standards of success and living you give me. Can I make my own? Can I live my own life? I can live my own life. I will stubbornly try to seek out what I have been made no, created to do. Can my expression be enough for the greed seeking hoards? I won't be myself if I am not myself, and myself is not completely buying it.
What am I showing for? Why bother.
wrangled and wrinkled.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
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