darker days and stronger love
there seems to be a growing black coming from the inside out. as the gathering storm mounts against the open heart, how should the air be breathed? so still, stillness before the storm, if it doesn't move, we don't breathe. we hold our breaths in eager anticipation, where is our emancipation?
when sometimes i feel so alone, but i'm not the only one.
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