as a kid there's nothing like wasting away inside a tiny room sitting on the backrest of the couch looking out the window and seeing her tread through the rain a red umbrella covers her. Mother she's going back to the liquor store
for some of that artificial happiness
Daydreaming as a profession 
All your writing is kind of very touching, very honest. I like that.
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Thank you 🙂
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Sad and unexpected.
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Heart breaking…
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Hi. Thanks for sharing such a masterly penned piece; filled with such pathos and poignancy. I have re-blogged. Have a great day.
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Thank you (^_^)
Much appreciated
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My pleasure. Best Regards.
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How sad and heartfelt!
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That poor child, so sad.
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And I thought you wrote “as a kid”….. so I didn´t grow up
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This is so poignant. Riveting
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Your stuff reminds me of Bukowski. A high compliment.
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