I'm electric with vertigo, even though I'm on the ground, vertigo like I felt once when I stood on the edge of a high cliff in Arizona and looked straight down.
Here__ to the __o-so-ing_ it.Here__ to the working since I was 14 in a smoke clouded day. Here__ to saying I could stay until the forms were faxed.Here__ to driving home past dark and dozing off the road.Here__ to no over time.Here__ to the long line to management.Here__ to ALREADY DONE THAT!Here__ to quitting, saying I__ through, saying I can__ compete for your leftover lean cuisine. Here__ to art. Here__ to freedom. Here__ to saying God gave me every penny and knowing it__ true. Here__ to the next 40 years with you.Here__ to the new._ Adrianna Stepiano
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Here__ to the __o-so-ing_ it.Here__ to the working since I was 14 in a smoke clouded day. Here__ to saying I could stay until the forms were faxed.Here__ to driving home past dark and dozing off the road.Here__ to no over time.Here__ to the long line to management.Here__ to ALREADY DONE THAT!Here__ to quitting, saying I__ through, saying I can__ compete for your leftover lean cuisine. Here__ to art. Here__ to freedom. Here__ to saying God gave me every penny and knowing it__ true. Here__ to the next 40 years with you.Here__ to the new._ Adrianna Stepiano
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