Sometimes the clouds, they grow dark, things get gloomy and the rain is coming, your losing hope and dont know whats gonna happen next, you were sure, and if not sure you were at least confident you werent fearful you knew you could face w/e.
and it hits you, not once, not twice, but thrice, and it seems like not only does shit happens, it always happens to you.
but even if you dont know it, you can reach out and maybe a hand will appear, maybe a voice will come through clouds, maybe hope is on the way.
thank you my angel, youve always been there, i dont think your hunch is right, but if it is, thx, if its not, at least i know your still shining bright
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