I am an island of desolation eveloped by a sea of beauty.
On the winding roads
between Batesville
and Conway, I felt a part of me perish.
I do not know
what
exactly, but I feel
that it was the passing of my
childhood
and the end of
beauty
within me.
I mourned the death of my youth today.
I can feel it. I can feel myself slip through my fingers as
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Um, thanks?
I was just having one of those strange days in which I was overwhelmed at how much of the world and how much of my life just doesn't make sense.
You know, one of those days?
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