Detramental Whining.
It’s raining. We need it here bad; it’s like a week ago. Except today there is no dark haired boy to take my hand and run.
No soft eyed boy
With mocha skin
Strong hands
Quick witted mind
To pull me from reality
Just for a little while
Things get so hard and I don’t know how to fix them.
If only
I've got a list the world over of "if only" s. I wish this ere detrimental to my health. Then Id have something to whine about.















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