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.
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