Well, for reasons that are absurd, I would up spending my lunch hour running around all crazy-like instead of going to the airport. So no one has to tell my grandma that I have shamed her. ;)
she just got sad, then she got stuck. she was wincing like something brittle trying hard to bend... but we never see things changing, we only see them ending, and some vicious, whispering voice keeps saying you have no choice... and i can't really wake up so i just drift in between thinking the glass is half empty and thinking it's not quite full
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