Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Help
I wish I knew what I could do. I'd do anything if you would only tell me. I'm sorry I'm so busy here. I wish it was simpler. I wish it was last year. All these wishes on stars and plants that I blow the seeds off of. None of it will help, but still I look at the stars and search the grass. I'm worried about you.
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