As rusty as the city as I call home, as rainy as the water on my windshield, blackclad and bluemooded, thankful for the empathy and the hugs of those in my world who understand who've been there too, yet hoping that the spell of sadness passes soon. So familiar, but it's getting old.
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Your problem is that you don't smile enough. Okay, because I'm the last person to give advice on crap like this (but I will: soon it'll be so comfortable you won't even know it's there wheeeeeeeeeee), I will say buck up little trooper 'cause tomorrow, hot thespian action.
hey kiddo sorry the blues have you, keep an eye on it ok if it lingers too long or gets too deep ya might need a helping hand.
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