Monday, Jul. 25, 2005 - 4:31 p.m.
Spring forward, fall back down.

You. You fucked it up. Like you knew you would. You watch those words come out of your mouth, but only you know what you were really saying. And that doesn�t help matters much. There's no poetry in anger.

You catch yourself crying on the stairs, for all the family, the real and the potential, which you let get away.

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