Ready

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Bright sunny days, out and about we play

Certain that we are out of harm’s way

The clouds are out in a ferocious display 

Heralding the coming of doomsday

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If thoughts were WORDS

Each step towards being a real grown up is labored and tedious for me. The realization that I am finding myself less interesting than I had thought i’d be is alarming. I mean, I thought I was “cool”. I thought I did not care about what people thought of me. Years before now I would not have cared if someone upped and left my world because I felt I did not need them.
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