somedays i feel like a broken jukebox. stuck on the same song skipping record sadsinging voices. i keep trying and trying to play old hits, but im caught on some injury needlescratch songs out. and slowly like syrup i pour out my little soul in one little melody with a little bit of hope and a lottabit of not onto ears that seem as deaf as the screen i am talking to now.
~~kristin.michelle.dennis
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