Bad Day

I may be tired of myself
not too tired to stop smoking
It's a reason to not live too long
because, I'm artistic
what's the difference?
You know, I really like people
but they get on my nerves
always whining
like me
so irritating
I'm sorry, I had a bad day
bad day
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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