043 - No one cares when the show is done

Mar 02, 2008 23:10

I know that we're born (and we're dying) alone, but sometimes I feel like I really connect with someone, or something. Like today, with his tears and the wind and the lake. And even the bottle of whiskey I pried away from his hands while he cried about that girl who's constantly breaking his heart.

I wish I had the power to fix people.

drama, daily life, short

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