Somewhere beyond the thousand yard stare, cute piercing eyes and normal sized brain, you'll find him.
I know the old Jamaal is back there somewhere, hiding in this catatonic state of mind. Making this shell of imperfection a viable excuse. I know he's there, like that feeling in your gut, but we aren't getting any response.
It seems as if he's fallen between the cracks of self medication and alcoholic overdoses; drugs really messed him up this time.
12:06 a.m. - 2010-03-18
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