the happy pills
wednesday, jun. 06, 2007, 4:26 pm

and you say, 'you'll regret it,' like i haven't all my years.
the sky hangs slightly above my head goes up in smoke, yellow, orange, purple, grey, blue, i'm counting the colors.
oh, secretly, i want to say, 'damn it, we're messed up like its habit.'
and maybe i'm just a little tired. so tired it makes me cry.

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