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[dropa_heart]

It's hard to walk in the pouring rain;
but it's harder to talk when there's nothing to say.

These thoughts come and go, but always leave me here to write.

The s p a c e s between these words are equivalent to the s p a c e s in my heart.
Because I've created a monster and he's dining in for the season.

With quanity lacks quality;
so I apologize. These entries are last rate.
[maybe to you.]
but the do th job.
[in my eyes.]