It only took me a day to bring your body back home.
And at some point around four I stopped resenting you for it.
‘Cause the back of your mom’s pickup made you shake like you did after you told a good joke.
But I hadn’t heard you tell any for a while before you left.
You’d come to replace it with a different kinda shake that happened when no one was talking at all.
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I really need to start writing again but I think I'm just scared. I'm going to try to write in here more often. I've kept a lot of ediaries in the past and every time I end up getting really embarrassed about them so I'm planning on only using this for actual writing and not just posting whatever every couple of minutes like I usually do. I don't think I have anything to say right now but maybe I'll be back soon... We'll see...

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