So it goes
Another day is gone
Nobody knows
If we'll get another one
p.s. So what did you do today?
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Life is just a metaphor.
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And that's a scary thought when actually read.
And for some reason, I don't think I'd care.
P.S. Tried to make this world better, liveable.
You must be inside my head. I really needed to hear that for some reason. How did you know?
I miss you too (you have no idea). Thank you for thinking about me. It means more than I could ever explain.
Love you tons.
You'll figure it out.
Promise.
Goodnight, Sdock.
Love.
Mustard
Yes.
I had to write down that I talked to myself. :) Who looks like the crazy one now?! I DO!!!
Chipping away at, one day at a time. We'll work through it.
Maybe we'll make a marble masterpiece at the end of all of this.
I'm thinking about ya, kid. Chin up, gameface on. ;)
Hey sdock, give me a smile.
I love you sweetie, more than you would know.
Here if you need me. We can grab the blanket from the swing and sit in the corner with Elena, the Fates together, as it should be.
It's totally in the contract we signed when we became rope buddies.
I'm supposed to worry about you, and you're supposed to give me words to think about.
It works.
Have a good night and day tomorrow.
See you at the Porch ;)
Love.
Mustard
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