And its an empty feeling. This is a small vacuum inside an ever present tornado, but still- you attached. And its gone from you. The writing was on the wall for 5 years, deservedly so, but its actually happened. Its more the feeling after throwing up. Post purge. You want the best for them. And look- history show, this just isn't the place to be. Now the we burned the fields, and replanting the seeds. This could go quicker than 17 years, but we're already 17 years into the drought. This shouldn't make sense. But kids, you have so much for me to live up to, which isn't a lot.
----- signed,
BuccosFan8510
Shoulders, Ears: In the NA
this wasn't an entry: this was mental anguish
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