last night i dreamed a CD spinning and his voice going going gone i woke up this morning with three extra keys in my pocket his prints lifted all evidence removed and i think i can only take so much this feeling the same as the time he left in a cloud of smoke bleeding and insane and it's the same but not the same belief a thread we always held between us carrying hope throughout every story line belief a thread now broken this time our "now" time has finally come and gone.Birth sign: Aquarius
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