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Showing posts from August, 2019


You. Hard to read, hard to keep up with. Something to prepare for. And I am not prepared. You whisked me off my feet, never ending heights you made me reach. Bittersweet. A bliss that makes it hard to breathe. Should I retreat? 'Sun will rise, Sun will set.' I tell myself. Bright and blue, Shining through. But cloudy skies paint the picture too.