Joy’s
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(group member since Nov 03, 2018)
Joy’s
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I had to do something- even if that something was giving up and letting them rip me apart.


Yea, so that. This fucking goodbye minute.
'Cept there's none here to say goodbye to.
Laying under this pine, shivering.... Cloaked by leaves and pine needles. I hate now, I hate tomorrow. I hate yesterday. Dying would be better.
I hug myself to calm the shivers and the stomach cramps.
I hate now, I hate tomorrow. I hate yesterday. Dying would be better.
I roll my body together tighter to be warm. My chin pressed into my chest, knees held tight to my belly. I think about a time when cooking all weekend made me happy. My belly yanks me back. Am I going to die of starvation or cold? Both are better than getting caught by Big Smith.
I no longer want to pretend. Big Smith wants me worse than dead.
Maybe I should just be ready for: The fucking goodbye minute.