The puddles that envelop the ground show a reflection of my future none with shallow meaning.
"This kid's gone overcast" He says.
but what does he know? His car sped through the puddle
It splashed me and my future seemed to damper my spirits.
Dear Laura,
http://stories.mibba.com/read/252045/The-States-of-Being-in-Between/
Love, Michelle.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
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