Dreary Anticipation

Wed, 08/14/2013 - 14:50 -- emmuh

Location

Depressed.
Sitting.
Cut-off.

I can feel the water
go down all the
way to my belly.

Not eating.
Eating shit.
Sitting.

Dreary anticipation.
Will my babe
forgive me?

Is he willing to
look past the
tear I made?

Fucked it up.
Fuck me.
Fuck.

Sorry

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