It seems that every night I spend at home is the saddest night of the week.
When sweet dreams are dreamt, I find myself waking only to bitterness and sorrow.
I would lie awake feeling cheated and anguished and yet confused as to why.
Its really an irony the way this works.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
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