A warm day, almost feels like a prerequisite to Summer, but something is missing, I can't figure out what.
Booker T escaped and ran off today, hopefully he'll come back, I like that dog.
I write, but nothing hits the page I want it to. Nothing comes out the way I mean it anymore.
I used to be great at getting my point across. I'm too apologetic these days.
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