I felt like some days it was so close. I felt like other days, I was the most reviling thing in her sight.
Storms come and wreck havoc. Makes me throw up white flags and just expect to get shot in the head.
Calms come and bring peace. Makes me more hopeful than any person who ever lived, and nothing could stop me.
God only knows when, and who. I'm too old now to get on like this. Something's gotta give.
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