The school year is already over.
I won't see him every day for a while.
It's getting warm outside.
I still refuse to wear shorts, even though I will eventually. I love my jeans too much.
This year, I won't be the only grandchild anymore.
I still create more problems than I can solve.
There is a lot on my mind.
At least I can get back to what I was doing.
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It's 5:00 AM, get some sleep.
YOU ARE READING
A Lust
PoetryShe feels she is incomplete. She needs something more. Something deep down inside her knows, but it won't tell her. She has a vague idea, but she still isn't sure what her subconscious wants. She will find out eventually.
