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She is growing tomato plants in the back yard
I have named one Greta and one Nelson
She remembers
And calls them by name
Greta and Nelson
Tomato plants
Loved by somebody
Giovanni Jun 2021
I feel like I'm declining sometimes,
Slowly dying, slowly trying, not to give up, but it just hits hard sometimes. My character has changed, if only they knew me now. They would probably understand why I refuse to go out. I do let out what I feel in words that come to my head and I write em on paper cause I just can't seem to speak em so I don't talk with an open mouth. The only time I feel safe is when it's quiet now. Sometimes I pretend I'm sitting on a round table with most of the people that forgot about me when I wasn't around. I picture a good conversation, and letting things go, so we could start over again and start off right where we left off. It's simply a dream, and I don't own a dream catcher so it just flies out. I don't understand why sometimes I close my eyes and hear beautiful birds singing, but you'd say I'm crazy if I told you that they're not really out. There's no rhyme or reason, it just happens now. I can say I see things more clear, I admit I have lots of fears, and while I'm at it also shed so many tears. That's a connection to Tears with Fears. Boy does time fly, I guess as I sit here and write this I also see the world from a birds eye. Pretty far, but near. I don't wanna leave forgotten, or as that rotten apple in a bunch of unrotten apples. I wanna just live. If you know me, then you know my struggle, if you don't it's ok, I don't blame you, it's just the way I am sometimes, and I change me, so you don't change you. Adapt to my environment, so everything is cool.

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