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You could be waiting for a day that won't come
| Saturday, March 20, 2010 |
| please don't be writing about me, please don't be writing about me, please don't be writing about me |
Someone's sibling is writing a story. It is about that person. And someone who sounds a lot like me.
This is not the first time someone has written something literary (I use that term loosely) about me, but the last one didn't turn out so well.
This sibling is lovely, albeit very young and I'm afraid her views may be skewed. Perhaps in my favour... perhaps not.
All I can do is cross my extremities in hopes it is not in fact about me.Labels: words |
posted by Fucking Bingo @ 11:51 PM  |
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Name: Fucking Bingo
Home: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
About Me: You could be waiting for a day that won't come. And you could be so much more than you've become. And I have found my feet, 257 weeks. But you could be waiting for a day that won't come.
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