August 1st;

The trees shook from a soft breeze, the wind scattered around leaves like memories. People looking but never seeing. The sky was heavy with rain, like a face of hesitation just dying to scream out. Words pour out of me so quickly I have to bite my tongue to contain them. You haunt me like a ghost and I stray away from most. I’m plagued with an everlasting burden, one much too heavy for such frail bones.

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