I am this secondary water source,
filled with mud and something the government thought was the equivalent of a knockknock joke.
When you drink all that I am, there is
a satisfying feeling in the pit of your stomach, somewhat like an
ulcer, and all the frivolity inside of me tremors with purpose.
Unfortunately, as the sun decides to pack up, and as the day begins to lock the deadbolt, I feel as though
I am exactly what I am - And I am, consequently, no stronger for it.
Unfortunately, as the sun decides to pack up, and as the day begins to lock the deadbolt, I feel as though
I am exactly what I am - And I am, consequently, no stronger for it.
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