My life is now leaves. Raking leaves. Bagging leaves. Transporting leaves. I have become one with the leaves. My body is turning into leaves. I try to scream, but only leaves come out.
This is how I feel too. Except when it’s not leaves, it’s kids.
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"I am now one with the kids. My body has turned into kids. I try to scream but only kids come out."
Raking kids. Bagging kids. Transporting kids. Basically the same
