i fuck up and, eventually people stop staring. i continue and they continue, and soon i become within the walls of my own home. voice no longer heard along with footsteps, deep breaths, and tantrums. the sounds i put into the house no longer contribute to the foundation of the house. i might as well have died and had the remainder of my flesh and
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Smile wide, for the spirit that follows you is a spirit that only carries happiness deep within.
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and your mom, and ziggy, and our adventures...call me when your back vacationing with your dad
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