Back to the little girl weep
As when I was 6 or 7 and all there was
All there was left was to sag in a sudden instant and exercise saline despair
Red and red-faced
The little girl weep now
And then bitter sobs for dessert
SOB with me
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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July 19, 2012 at 9:44 am
Dhyan
i wish i could say anything Loria, apart of – you are great
July 21, 2012 at 6:25 am
Patrice Lynne Young
Now this is sad, fucking sad. Way too much like my never-far-enough-in-the-past past.
July 21, 2012 at 8:51 pm
medicatedlady
@Dhyan–but you can say anything, my love. And you say things so thoughtfully. Thank you.
@Parice–You must have known I’ve thinking of you lately. The poppy painting brings me a little slice of peace everytime I see it. But back to it, I think sadness is my one hit wonder song. Commiserating sucks since it means shit has happened to you, too. Nothing bad ever seems far away; it lurks like chicken pox ready to hatch into shingles.