Thursday, 27 January 2011


If the worst thing happens
Are you going to think I want a cigarette?
Because I'll want to hurt myself
And lose your son?
No, I don't want that.
I'll have to be strong
You are strong
I'll have to be strong
So cry and cry and bash your fists against a wall.
Walk up to the Heath and kick kick kick a tree but don't light up again, think of (son) if you can't think of yourself and kick and thump the tree.
It can take your weight, it can take your pain,
you know that
The river will run
It will
And you will be ok

(Taken from Notebook - Tuesday 18th January)

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