Alone with a piece of me. Music going in and out. I miss him.
Too much of a good thing is makes the bad times slim.
Inside my head
I sometimes lose touch.
I forget that I am lost.
I like to think that I know exactly where I am and what I want.
I don't though.
I'm not good at this.
Life.
Parenthood.
Everything.
Nothing.
I will be though. Just watch and see.
-Jcie
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