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[lovingnights]

I see the crying all around. Not the composite tears which are visible, but the honest cut truth which rains over their vision of their life. Everyone is so busy trying to be okay, just for the sake of sanity and simplicity. I soak up all that pain and allow it to swell me up into an enormous mess which rolls daily from the drap surroundings of work and the slurred conversations over whiskey or beer.

Everyone find the stars and let them light across the sky like a map to hope which dazzles beautiful random meanings to rejoice over. Find your weakness and exploit it.