paper bag in the wind
Sometimes I dream about just slipping into the gutter where no one will ever see me again, and I can just drift about Like the elusive tree bag on the wind.
I was conceived on Halloween 1980 and born on August 5, 1981 the anniversary of the death of Norma Jean Baker, and sometimes I know why she did it.
There are no excuses, nut so many reasons in every shape and size, no matter what decisions we make we cause irrevocable damage to those we love the most.
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