Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Softer than a needle
Like the living dead,
Nothing goes my way today.
But nothing goes wrong either.
Like a muffled irritation, deep within. All over, but nowhere in
particular. It's the worst kind of feeling. You're not sad or angry,
but you're definitely not feeling good. Nothings wrong, but not
everything is right.
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