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Broken Up About It

When you are physical here but in every other way you are not. I'm broken up about it.

Writing Is Life

In My Shoes

You wouldn't last a day In My Shoes... It's easy to do my inventory from where you stand. The view sure looks different from where you are. How quickly we forget our own dirty little secrets. You have no clue why I do what I do. There's not a chance you'd last a day In… Continue reading In My Shoes