Breathing
in and out
biding time until
ocean waves envelop me
and carry the heaviness out to the sea
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Poop Notes #SOL
I hate when the kids leave. I fight to keep the tears at bay. I strive to stay productive. However, a blanket of sadness usually wraps ar...
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