He used to paddle up to the glass whenever I walked in the room, slow but certain, like he’d waited his whole tiny life for that exact moment. Today his shell still shines under LED lights, but there’s no more splash, no more head-bob greeting.
DDeep Thoughtseep Thoughts Tässä iltapalaa hengittäessä tuli mieleen, oon aivan varma että ykskään sielu ei oo syöny vain ja ainoastaan _yhtä_ hapankorppua ja lopettanu siihen. En luota tyyppiin joka väittää että on.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, why I feel the way I feel and why I feel alone most nights. I enjoy my own company listening to music and writing in my book so why do I crave to be held by someone who no longer craves me?
I really have trouble with the heat, but most of all the humidity. It just lays me away! That must be why it is said that young children, and the…
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Bweing, learning to be vigilant.alking on egg shells,
NInstead I am always on edge,
lotice the usual—
sook at people's smiles,
tare and look at the trees,
enjoy walking across the street,
Owing to all this, I can't