grutzworks3

I rode my bike home from class, and saw an ambulance outside my house, threw the bike down and ran inside, Beth had gone under. I was beside myself, and those first responders said I was making it worse. Beth came around. This is my child! Get the Fuck out of my house! Same with ICU with Alec. There was a journal on the table, many mothers said it. You work for me, not the other way around, fuckers.

Maybe I'll Go, by Sheri All the distance has to say is, I'm beyond your wildest dreams, there for miles, get to me like a lost lover waiting for those my eyes. Give the distance a shot at continuing, discovery and making up for the lost time to get there. I once heard my own echo screamed over the river and backdrop hills, a simple Hello! that here I am carrying on with your rebound.

Fucked up.