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Aug 2011
u texted.
u called.
sorry i haven't
called b(l)ack
or written b(l)ack.

truth is...
i've
f
a
l
l
e
n
into
a
deep
deep
deep
[••••••••••]
sleep
s­leep
sleep.

sometimes i feel like i could sleep forever.

i could tell you my dreams...
(but my dreams are my dreams.
(and i am the dreamer))

i could tell u my thoughts...
(but my thoughts are my thoughts.
(and no one's really interested))

sooooooooooo
what now you ask?
good question.
i was wondering
the
same
exact
thing.
MICHAEL SHADDOX
Written by
MICHAEL SHADDOX  Dallas
(Dallas)   
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