You broke me bodily
The heart ain't the half of it
And I'll never learn to laugh at it
In my good-natured way.
In fact I'm laughing less in general
But I learned a lot at my own funeral
And I knew you'd be the death of me
So I guess that's the price I paid.
- (not me; ani difranco excerpt. not really all my sentiment, but you know how i can't not broadcast every little thought every little moment i have it.)
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
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