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I Did Not Sign A Contract With Life To Have A When It Rains, It Perpetually Pours Clause.

i did not sign a contract with life to have a “when it rains, it perpetually pours” clause.

someone, somebody, anybody … please send help.

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There It Was. There It Is The Song Of Gloom Filling The Evening Air. I Cant Seem To Figure Out This Particular

there it was. there it is … the song of gloom filling the evening air. i can’t seem to figure out this particular feeling of sorrow. is it the motion of moving forward? moving on? i suppose the reality of our memories don’t seem to exist in these 66 seconds of her lullaby. my love for you re-emerges and the feelings of some beginning becomes suspended. here is where i find the love i buried deep within the earth — hidden furthest from you. her words become my own and my heart loses sight of the present moment. here is where i yearn for your companionship, missing the warmth of your presence

or rather the idea i orchestrated of you.


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