42 days left. Times passing fast then slow. Counting helps but then it doesn't. Doing what I want. Nothing can change it. The wait. Makes me question lots. Then people come flooding in saying all is good this and that way. No way to tell but hey maybe it's better that way. Not so lonely nights anymore. Waiting for her to leave so they can come. Slithering in the dark. Plants in the pot. Smoke fills the air. Can't see nothing but I feel those arms and hey that's all I need. Working working but not enough. What do I do now? 42 days left
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