If you've gotta go...
My body is my prisoncell
It keeps me stuck at home
So how the hell can I excel
When I cannot freely roam
The world or even world wide web
My ocean's tide is always ebb
Not much fun; a bathroom day
And éverytime it's disarray
Little choice, I have to go
I gó and gó and gó you know
So my life exists of meditation
Painful way of separation
With the world I so desperatly need
Crohn's disease, a bother indeed
fb31w
2007-06-01
07:36:30
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2007-06-01
07:36:50 ·
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