maybe, just maybe, someday i'll get this right, this thing, this life, i've wasted time wandering and wondering, contemplating and deciding, running away and running to, gone are the days of one nite stands, reckless drug abuse and anger fueled alcoholism, no more violent nites of shouting matches and false accusations, words do hurt worse then fists, they echo in my dreams, left behind are the barroom whores, slowly dying on their stools,... maybe someday, i'll get this life right, i'll wait, i'll go to work, pay my bills and maybe, just maybe, my bed won't be empty anymore....Birth sign: Libra
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