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I Wish I Was a Writer
words of love along the wire
4.30.2008
i eat dinner at the kitchen table
I'm trying to work things out, nothing is internally working.
I always feel happy until I'm alone and I actually start thinking.
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i eat dinner at the kitchen table
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