Some bourbons were had last night to commemorate a particular event, it served to remind me that I really am a two-pot screamer these days. Guess that's good for the brain cells.
Searching For Me
I keep thinking that I don't know why I disappeared, why I'm not around anymore. The fact that he rejected me shouldn't be enough to do that to a person, but then again he didn't just reject me, and it didn't happen just once.
It's a shame I haven't come back, I used to be a fun person.
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Oh Noala! I am so sure that you are still a great fun person!! :)
No doubt innocence and trust lost does affect your ability to fly without fear but I'll still have a bourbon with you anytime, sista!!
Maybe the old Noala is still there, somewhere. In the months after he left here he used to say he thought she wasn't far away - but that's two years ago now and she's still not back.
I think she's been smothered by the weight of responsibility.
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