It's twenty to one in the morning and I just got home from work with a large bailey with coffee in my hand and twenty-five dollar in tip money in my bra, I mean pocket, and now I'm here. It's quiet. Still. I was just thinking... what am I doing here, really. I know I'm trying to work my way, baby-stepping along the path to my dreams and so on, but this fear gripped me tonight and I guess I just don't want to come to one of these days and realize that I've been wasting away whilst waiting for my life to begin...
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It seems the night air has similar affect on me as well...minus the bra...
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