gray wind blowing dreams gone missing hearts reaching out sundays at war
undeserving means knowledge of who really is
fragile autumn breaks in moments soaked in stillness
trees all sharing the same water and sun grow best
Not just style, more: Old country men Turn jealous eyes
our worlds are small: if we are wise we tend them well
she willed herself to change her life every day
You seem troubled Recently. Like Stuff’s on your mind. Do you ever wish That you were with Somebody else? No, but sometimes I wish I was Somebody else. Why? What is wrong With the person You really are? I find her a Disappointment, Actually. And what was she Supposed to be That you are not? …
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some somewhere, the undulations know your sadness