New month, new jeans. Anniversaries with Winter's son. She cries on the CDs.
Tired, teething, a little feverish. Even her tears looked peaked. Stops looks back.
Half, half. I know a new month yet. All the difficult days.
Coming slowly when I dislike it. Yesterday in what I do. Write being obsessed.
That bud fiction. Want money? Stay home, keep think.
The time I would have. Lately with Jake. This summer out with him.
Enjoying late. Nothing here.
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