Why Visit You?

Frick you, man.
I don't miss you at all.
Why'd I ever through that ball
And start its rolling, rolling
Rolling down this hill.
Now I can't stop it
And I can't back out.
But I'm not happy,
And you don't care
So why the hell should I go there?

by Kathlene Ann

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