Sitting around, trying to make sense of it all.
Innocence lost, felt through the echoes of my empty walls.
Laughter depleted, joy removed.
Empty feelings oozing through this painful wound.
No tears to cry, no words to say.
Constantly questioning how I feel this way - I just dont get why!
Exasperated Silence has - and will remain - since the day You died.
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In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin6 days ago in Humor
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So hauntingly sad.
Beautifully-penned!