Sometimes you just wanna disappear. You know, like when you're watching your kid score and the whole damn sideline is cheering and you feel this… rush? And then BAM, it hits you. Mom's sitting there, alone, probably wondering where the hell you are. And it’s like, fuck. You just wanna enjoy ONE thing without that knot in your gut, but now she's gone, and all I got left is that feeling. It's messed up.
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