#82

Sitting next to pigeon poo and a take away bag of McDonald's for lunch. I contemplated how I spaz out at dirk and made it one of the worst leaving days we have had.

Walking him off to Liverpool station for his train to Holland, I held his hand despite the bad feeling between us. And I didn't want him to go. Because I feel that he has a string tied to me. And as he left he is pulling away that string that is keeping me together.

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