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The crack in the sidewalk is my only comfort. We've become friends overtime, I tell her about the bottles and beer cans, so lost I forget about the aches and pains. She knows it's bad when I'm quiet. I sit with the dark and listen to my sobs echo, the rain can't drown out my thoughts. The crack in the sidewalk is my only comfort. Sometimes I go weeks without seeing her, my identity drifts softly away with the tide. Confused, I am too weak to find ground, maybe it's best I cannot be saved. The water leads me to my friend, I shiver yet I cannot feel the cold. She tells me that she's here for me, the crack in the sidewalk is my only comfort.
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Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 12:33 PM UTC
The Crack in the Sidewalk
The crack in the sidewalk is my only comfort. We've become friends overtime, I tell her about the bottles and beer cans, so lost I forget about the aches and pains. She knows it's bad when I'm quiet. I sit with the dark and listen to my sobs echo, the rain can't drown out my thoughts. The crack in the sidewalk is my only comfort. Sometimes I go weeks without seeing her, my identity drifts softly away with the tide. Confused, I am too weak to find ground, maybe it's best I cannot be saved. The water leads me to my friend, I shiver yet I cannot feel the cold. She tells me that she's here for me, the crack in the sidewalk is my only comfort.
RheaSpade
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Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 12:33 PM UTC
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