Friday, March 26, 2010

Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain


Sometimes, I just want to go home. I'm not sure where that is right now, but I know it's not here or my mom's place. I just need to feel comfortable and whole.

Or, we could just shut down my liver and call it a day.

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