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Disposable

Throw away trash is how you feel. So sorry I let it get this bad. Oil and water can't mix and I agree for fire and gasoline are deadly but... you are not disposable. You take good care of her and still have time left for the rest of us. Thank you. I was trying to be one less name on your long list so I floated around your stratosphere thinking I'm just one more problem. I've learned... no one roots for you. No one calls out your name as you run by or hands you water when your mouth is dry. But when you're not there we look everywhere even under your usual chair wondering where you might be. We notice. I notice. Disposable? Not even close.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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