Thanksgiving always starts the fall, just like Cinderella at the ball I’m looking and feeling tall until the turkey gets eaten and then my heart starts beating with the rhythm of sadness…black and dark so thick….can’t see a spark cause they’re all gone…just that quick…I thought this year would be good like me feeling like I should…like I’m the badass bitch that wishes you would…I guess I didn’t do what I could….
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