Oh lordy.
It’s Groundhog Day.
My mind is blank. I do now know how to start my assignment. And I do not know how to ask for help.
I would like to talk to some one but I have no clue what to say and I was never a good conversationalist.
I have bright red lipstick and a bottle of pills in my bag. New and unopened.
My mind is blank. A sliver of thought passes through, like a bad urethra infection when you really need to pee.
I've harboured so much rubbish inside me that when the decaying begins, everything will crumple up, get smelly and dead. And fresh new weeds will grow.
Nothing will be the same.
Wake up.
It’s Groundhog Day.
It’s Groundhog Day.
My mind is blank. I do now know how to start my assignment. And I do not know how to ask for help.
I would like to talk to some one but I have no clue what to say and I was never a good conversationalist.
I have bright red lipstick and a bottle of pills in my bag. New and unopened.
My mind is blank. A sliver of thought passes through, like a bad urethra infection when you really need to pee.
I've harboured so much rubbish inside me that when the decaying begins, everything will crumple up, get smelly and dead. And fresh new weeds will grow.
Nothing will be the same.
Wake up.
It’s Groundhog Day.
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