I called to make a complaint...
A recording told me to wait-
They said only ten
But an hour it's been
Your call is important to us...no it ain't.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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"Hear Me Out"
"Hear me out, what if we ran away together?" "Where do you want to go?" "Anywhere but here. We could move to a new city or to Canada, or we could disappear from society to live in the middle of the woods. Maybe a combination of two of those things would be good. What do you say?"
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Nice!
clever wordplay...
This one caught my attention because I have a story with the exact same title...with a slightly different ending... The truth really is rough, isn't it?