High octane drama not for the faint hearted. Drinking the night away, drowning sorrows. Angry words, sorry minds and tired souls. Misunderstood but appreciated. Tardy hours of darkness with premature sunup buzzings. It might have been effortless yet convoluted it has become.
Dark clouds are starting to form, covering the vast skies, blanketing the dominant sun. Perhaps it’s time to wash away all that has come to pass, and start off fresh. Our days are already short enough; fill it with bliss and beam and not grief and gloom.
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