Saturday, December 26, 2015

There was a poem you wrote once

about how we moved from place to place and i never packed it was all just chaos shoved into garbage bags and once a screwdriver poked through one of the bags and almost impaled your eye while you were lifting it

well today i got a knife stabbed into the palm of my hand and a needle stuck in my finger from them being in places they shouldn't while cleaning up your messes so i'd say we're about even

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