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August 24, 2016
12:26

I don't know what I expected by coming out to the first place we stayed in.
I feel kind of thrown out of the world.
And here I sit on the edge of the world
Fog rolling over
Obscuring the ocean
Becoming grey.

I can go so long feeing unloved. But when it comes and goes I guess it's less about someone leaving. For me anyway. And just confirms that I'm not worth something. That I can try but I'll be proven in the end not to matter

The fog rolls over
I roll over, too
The sea turns grey
I become grey, too.

Dairyland