mannequin.

I'm actually pushing myself to write so tonight I'll just take it line by line.

Well here you go...whats left of me.

I'm sure Lincoln has never felt this shit faced seeing as though I'm still throwing pennies into my wishing well. I would jump but the reality of the situation is it's only knee deep. Right now I could be sold for a penny because I feel so empty.

& now I'm left pondering.