Where have you been, beloved girl,
Where have you been
today?
‘I’ve been to see my grandmamma
Who lives so far away.’
And did you think of
me, my sweet,
When you were in that
place?
‘Now, why would I do
that?’ she asked,
‘You’re just a waste
of space.’
This is known as self-deprecation. Words, words, words...
The garden was gloomy tonight. Everything dripped. No bats, no bunnies, no owls. Abandoned.
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