Stepping through is half the pain.
nevermind... i guess... I just reached a cul-de-sac
Just give, me back my life.
Breathe,
The yards are left, unkept.
"there is a basement in my house. it is for storing things and i have never put anything in there"
It has roots,k, i think because the trees are growing outside...
they have to take root somewhere?
moving the lawn, it takes 2 parts of me
because the grass grows stronger behind the house
nether
The back of the house is at the top of a hill, it is dotted with small trees so one could hide in them...
So I was mowing the lawn, it was growing aggressive and we had to take it away...
we had to take it away....
(all the way through the fucking hit I had to take.)
aLbEiT sO Tthe leaves, I don't want to talk about it anymore...
I saw my mother dragged outside by her hair and that is not something I can forgive.
She blamed me.
She cried..
I died inside.
My consolation is a poem. By the wake.
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