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The tears are for my boy.

Trying to stifle the tears just widens my eyes and makes me look even more mental. A neighbor beeps his horn. I let on with my wide eyes. Psychopsychopsycho. Then the last person I want to see pulls up at the side of me. I look into my phone apologizing as I continue to type in my email to this haven. He calls me arrogant in front of his mate, Yeah bad boy! So I walk away. Managing to utter moody he drives away. Maybe he will txt me later, Maybe not. Now I feel better, Yesterday I felt worse. This morning the kick in the teeth I needed was delivered. I want to end this, Delete this, But I AM ONLY HUMAN. And then I would burst. Until the next time....

◄ Just going with the flowing.

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