what can I do but sit here and wait?
what am I waiting for?
I have plenty to do
but I feel it in my chest
a weight upon my eternal soul
I know deep inside me
my mind is slipping away
a w a y
and gone
all I need is you
but I can't have you
because of me
I am in the way
I have my cactus
my one cactus between us
wait! don't cut it down
for the cactus is me
my vision
my mind
my depression
and it's here to stay

and you don't care

10/11/2001

Posted on 10/11/2001
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