I am alone
Who would have known?
Looks like you're not
Who would have thought?
I'm not surprised
Why am I still waiting
Why am I still waiting for you
She's a dunk in your coffee girl
With a dunk in the river name
They say that it's cursed, but it's lovely just the same
Why am I still waiting
Why am I still waiting for you
This is not something that I should be writing down
But I've lost some hope, so I'm trying to figure out
Why part of me still thought
You might be waiting for me
About the Creator
Violet P. Davies
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Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
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