Today is my day, the day for fools. I became that way by default, but nonetheless, it is my forte. I should have left this God Forsaken place years ago, but I can't bring myself to finish the deed. Don't you understand that I wanted to make good on all the promises I made? Our pieces can't fit, and I'm trying to shove them together to make them. But I can't. I will cry tonight when I get home for nothing and everything all in one. Alone and sick, with no voice I will weep for me. And you. And us.
Reason for writing:
Horrible Horrible Day. I need something I just don't know what it is...
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