It’s unfortunate. It’s permeating, and frail. Guess you are spun into your own momentum now. It’s not easy to breathe, there and here. I’m guessing. Paste on a smile, throw cause over your shoulder, unravel your day to day which I hope fills you the way it should. It should. It fills every minute of tangible reason, to peel back every fingerprint. I still feel the good and the bad, but I like to let the comfort that was there wash over. At least it’s a feeling, to feel something. When it’s cold out, maybe you will feel enough to fall.
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