Things begin to droop again, losing life becoming apart. Things seem so steady before they start to fall down the familiar abyss of overwhelmingly heavy dark. Things wish for sleep to take over the moving mind, to steady the drain of heart burdening thoughts before they drag the body down with them. Things always come back to haunt, to plague even when the breeze is light and pain is absent, its shadow far behind. Things will always resurface through crystal or murky waters, sorrow or joy, to tell me that I am still me and that things will never change.Birth sign: Gemini
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