"Drag Dissonant"

Dear Sorrowed, History will repeat itself. When tragedy strikes all life stops. The small circle is so strong. My shell is hard, and I keep my mouth shut to avoid plastic pity. I reach and grasp for whatever is close. I wrap my tiny fingers around a root beer float. Nostalgia kicks in... a good thing as I drown my sorrows. Yours Truly. PS, The preacher couldn't remember her name.

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