just_another_day
nom
doesn't
matter
if
i'm
alone
051225
...
lotuseater
my
dad
left
again
.
fucking
retard.
051225
...
two
just
a
blade
of
grass
just
another
day
without
[one_thing],
but
with
so
much
of
[everything_else]
i
remind
myself
of
this
daily
051226
...
nr
maybe
that's
all
i
want
it
to
be
.
there
are
too
many
days
now
that
are
more
than
just
other
days
and
it's
overwhelming
and
it's
too
much
.
i
never
have
just_another_day
days
anymore
,
and
maybe
that
is
one
of
the
roots
of
this
whole
thing
.
260303
...
raze
they're
mostly
marked
now
by
how
decimated
they
leave
me
feeling
when
they're
on
their
way
out
.
i've
forgotten
their
names
.
their
faces
all
look
the
same
.
they
smell
like
something
even
the
flies
want
no
part
of
.
they
speak
to
me
in
wet
whispers
and
hurried handshakes.
always
averting
their
eyes
.
another_year
disappears,
and
i'm
left
wondering
where
it
all
went
and
how
much
of
myself
i'll
be
able
to
buy
back
from
whatever
pockmarked pawn
shop
stockpiles
stolen
pieces
of
people
, assuming
i
live
long
enough
to
land
somewhere
that
feels
like
home
again
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
