I wish for an end. I'm ready to be done.
Can I please start a new one?
I've come to realize that life as a singer has to be a lonely life.
There are no other options.
My engine's running constantly.
And it's not always filled with gas.
work work work...
coffee coffee coffee...
music, however shall not be apart of this whiny entry.
This is a very sick world.
And.... I am currently a part of it.
Cabbage Wabbage
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