Wednesday, Dec. 13, 2006 - 9:53 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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All I want for Christmas
sometimes I have great get up and go to do things.
But then it peters out.
And I just want to go to sleep.
Why is this my life.
It is not bad.
It is not good.
Why is it so hard to get the things that I want.
Life didn't mean for me to have them.
Someone to love, who loves me. (who is not crazy or fucked up or fucks me around.hah)
A family. (in my daily life)
Friends who live close.
Some satisfying work.
These are not fancy crazy things.
But it seems that so many people also lack them.
I've got to get my day started, before I give in to going back to bed.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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