Random Outbursts
I am an art project my mother failed. She couldn't stay inside the lines. All the colors got mixed up. To daddy I wasn't even a project. He was out of there before Mama...
Broken homes are the paradigm so I don't even get to complain. If anything it is hard not to be a caricature around here. That same pitiful caricature that is poverty. You know the one.
Off to meet a man.
Broken homes are the paradigm so I don't even get to complain. If anything it is hard not to be a caricature around here. That same pitiful caricature that is poverty. You know the one.
Off to meet a man.