With something drifting and something shifting, the earth still held the sky.
It doesn't get easier.
It doesn't get better.
It doesn't pass.
It doesn't move on.
It doesn't let up.
It doesn't give in.
The RIP is not for the one that leaves.
The RIP is for who get left behind.
And the RIP is an impossible, cruel dream.
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I had a nice day today. Morning was upsetting with the water situation. I lost my cool today with several people, including Papa. I was fee...
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