Waiting for the meeting to begin, wishing there was more porn on my iPod.
Sometimes, the words will just not come. I search my mind for stories and I find none that I can tell.
Every once in awhile someone will ask whether or not I miss the guy that retired at the beginning of the year. I always feel a little guilty when I say that I don't and that it is because he was so angry towards the end.
There are times when I have to take a deep breath or two but I will try to move on.
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I just want to be with her.
Non-Zero Factors
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My Chamomile tea smells of dry grass, and cat fur. I let the warm scented
steam ground me while I look around for a place to sit in this Community
Coffeeho...
3 weeks ago
2 comments:
I miss you.
I miss you, too.
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