there's a scar on my arm where my ex wife tried to kill me with a butcher knife. its 10 years old but still white on sun tanned flesh. it's strange to consider now, that i thought that was how marriages went. my mother stabbed my dad in the face with a fork. my cousin tried to kill her man with an iron. i thought it was par for the course.
i think it's high time i changed my stripes.
ghost
Monday, November 23, 2009
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you're damn right it is.
break the cycle. start a new pattern.
find you a lady. who brings that ghost back from the dead and loves him like the man he should be.
the man i think he already is.
/sap.
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