is not
how I thought
this story would
turn out, me being
on the outside looking
in on unions happening
right before my eyes and all I
had to show for myself was a
feeling of being left out of it all.
I had no choice but to leave that place. There
was nothing left to accomplish by
continuing to sit there and
feel sorry for myself. I
walked away from it all,
time already being
too late. I grabbed
my ball and
headed
home.
1 comment:
I think we all find ourselves in that place at some point in our lives. I feel the acceptance here. The form works well with the content, I love that dangling "there", really effective.
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