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Golf course and parking lot by my apartment

The last 3 nights I have not worked my usual night jobs, I did deliveries instead and have been home by 7 or so. The weather has been absolutely beautiful, in the 60s at 7 or 8, and I don’t need a jacket which is unheard of. I’m cold all the time. I wished and prayed for more nights like this, as I walked to the liquor store. I’m ready to be gone from here. I want to enjoy every evening like this on a patio in a house and my own yard.. but that will never happen. “Good” nights like this won’t last. I never really have a good night. It is always melancholy and I full the pain by working. And just endure physical pain instead. Which overpowers the emotional pain. I hate feeling so much. I don’t want summer nights like this to end. I wanted the bird to be ok. Or I wish I never saw it. Or I wish I didn’t have a sensitive heart. I don’t think I will ever meet anyone that likes it would appreciate saving a pigeon like I do.

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Uploaded on June 4, 2020
Taken on June 3, 2020