A journal entry...
That is the last of them. Last of the sacrificial lambs. Last of the known and the likely.
The last of the best of them.
God.
There are too many thoughts flying about in my head and I cannot shut them out because they are all /mine/.
Compromised. Taken. Forced. I suppose I should have seen this day since the one in Washington. They are not so ( Read more... )
The last of the best of them.
God.
There are too many thoughts flying about in my head and I cannot shut them out because they are all /mine/.
Compromised. Taken. Forced. I suppose I should have seen this day since the one in Washington. They are not so ( Read more... )
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