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A commute to get to where I’m free a start to find what’s best for me ripping moments stand still in time my mind just wonders thoughts be kind no length in space from here to there another thought do you even care?
If you care if you love shouldn’t there be signs from above? The wind forcing the clouds apart allowing the sun to come out and make his mark. A shuttle from dusk to dawn should not really take as long but lingers now as days pass by, tears constantly falling from my eyes.
Much Love 💜 Much Life