Posted by Lovely Miss Mandy at 8:43 AM
The day begins, and I start my drive... I find myself behind the garbage truck again...I begin by thinking about what I've thrown away. I can't figure out how these things began, and as I started out was it inevitable that eventually they'd be gone again. My thoughts remain, my memories recycle but the fact that my feelings are still in the breeze have no influence on the fact that I've said my goodbyes. Irregardless of weather or not that was what I wanted.
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