Everything disappoints.
Nobody listens, no matter how loud I scream.
It's like a dream, the one where you try to get someone to help you stave off the impending disaster, but they all just stare at you like you're crazy.
Abandoned, all alone.
Like Truman, the only question left is, "How's it going to end?"
Spring – My Freesia Bloomed!
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1 comments:
Hm. Having a hard week, are we? What's the rumpus?
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