Loneliness; solace.
Unmade footprints in the snow
Continue for miles.
For the less poetic:
Too late for the bus.
It's a fucking long walk home
In the goddamn snow.
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- RealGrouchy
- After years of telling me to be myself with no success, my mother eventually started telling me to be RealGrouchy. (Apocryphal) If you want to contact me, send me an e-mail if you can, otherwise post a comment. Comments are moderated, so if you want me to read the comment but not post it, just say so in the comment.
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