do not know what I am
doing. I cried.
And which you probably
don't care. You were holding
on to it. I let it slip through
my fingers. It fell so fast,
and deep.
Forgive me, I'll hold on
tighter next time. I don't
want it to be like last year
all over again.
Sorry about your ball,
going down the well,
again.
-Erica Lei
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