I loved camping and going down rapids
wait I never have been camping before?
strange memories or faint echoes of someone or something
I can't let go, I can't let go
just not right now
Is a mantra I say to myself. I can't believe I don't even have change. There have to be at least some cans to recycle. Now I know why methheads pawn copper. I will kill for a bottle of water.
I guess I could keep on dreaming about going down rapids
the crisp clear water, the rush of waves
nope, that is making it worst
yes, that is definitely the worst...
just a lil fewer flashbacks would be good right about now
I howl to the vacant heavens...
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