Have you seen the last of my heart attack on Friday?
Of all the crap in my old age! I don't have a clue where to go from here.
Please let me have a good day tomorrow.
Each time I have a good day, I miss the rain when we are seeing the sun again.
Leaping is the only way to find old friends who have already done the same thing.
Each one is a goodbye, but the first time was the sad fact of my life being forgotten.
See what happens when we have some more time to talk about it?
See what we have to save for the rest of our lives in the meantime?
© BionicAlly, 2019
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