Album: The Black Parade
It's late Sunday afternoon. My newest baby is nearly 72 hours old, and, officially, she has already beat Fern in subterfuge. (Fern lasted less than 24 hours.)
But I'm already getting over-antsy and wish I'd be found out soon. I should've been found out by now.
On the other hand, I'm a coward, I don't want the blow-out I know will follow; and I don't have any lies or excuses worked out, even now.
Am stuck between a rock and a bloody hard place, and I'd put myself there ...
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