The doctor says I'm stable.
The doctor says she's pleased.
The doctor laughs as I admit
I should have done this long ago.
I'm doing well now, master.
My moods don't bounce around
the room. I held up my end, John.
Perhaps you'd love me now.
If it weren't too late, John,
if it weren't too late,
perhaps,
perhaps
you'd love me now.
I should have done this long ago...
Thursday, August 7, 2008
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Oatmeal Girl, your regrets draw tears.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
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