He sat on his swing. Watching. Waiting. For anything. But not even the wind came to stir him. So there he sat. Forever still. Forever quite. Forever alone.
Forever....
Hollow.
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My lips say:
- Of Mice and Mittens
- Knoxville, TN
- I'm female. I'm young. I embrace wrinkles, scars, freckles, moles, and double chins.
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