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wandabitch May 2013
heard an echo off the walls, yeah
coins dropped inside wishing hearts
splashed me off.
fused by metallic bonds too
strengthen hope like
DNA strands do, yeah
so i caught your falling thought
and climmed up the
dark, sounds like
wolfs howling at
the moon.
Faith May 2017
Ever had super bad day where your thoughts shoot out of your mouth? Oops Sorry not Sorry day....

That's  where my oops day starts.  Waking. If I could of just climmed out of bed on the left Side instead of the right there wouldn't of been story to tell.

Days like these **** ***. Nothing goes right. Waking up late, dressing quickly, hair ***** monkey butts, where the hell is my deodorant more important where's my perfume?

No time go. Driving. Making time to stop at a gas station because I was to lazy yesterday to put gas in my car. Fudge. I need caffeine. Cigerrettes.

***. Seriously.

Oh, yes. SERIOUSLY. Running late traffic. It's  not my fault. As I swear to myself as I am stuck behind every stupid person on the planet.

Breathe. Yes, light another cancer stick take swig of caffeine. Breathe again.

Frickin A.....Why?????? There is no realization at this point I am to blame for this clusterfuck of the start of my day.

Yes by the Grace of God ( Seriously) I was perversely on time for work. ( Thank you)

Oh, yes. The start of the day. ( Secret... I  am Server at restaurant) Here we go..here we go.. here we go again...

No... I dropped my cluster at the door when I came in. Why is there cluster when I walked in?

I'm still in the back of the house making my way to the front. ( GOD SHINE YOUR LIGHT)

Fudge it all. Busy day. People into themselves ,harsh. Want want want. No thank you day.

Hum... As I reflected of my day with fake smile. Was it them? Or what I gave off and they felt from my scrabble morning to mid afternoon. Even with the fake smile?

I'm still reflecting on this as I swear when I do my chores. ( It's called side work) Let's be honest at this point I call it the devils work after being there for 2.5 hours after I was done off the floor.

Driving home. Still wishing I had awoken on left side of bed. Call from my best friend. Venting to this beautiful person. Knowing me and who I am.

Yep.....Truth....No One's Fault Then Your Yourself.

Dang.. She's Right...

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