I'm no good with Maths.
Nine times for something I didn't need.
Five times for nothing.
Once, almost, for something I needed, imagined and conjured up. That didn't exist!
And what happens now?
I'm waiting for someone who likes broken things to come along. Until then I smile and round down.
But, as me, it's less than two.
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And what is YOUR problem? I have never been noticed as little as this time. What? What? WHAT?!
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I'm just waiting... And waiting... And drinking to come to terms with it all.
2 comments:
Bra skrivet.
(Det är synd att detta mitt uttalande låter så stereotypt...)
Ah, du förstod. Trevligt.
Och tack :)
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