I'm at the end of my wick.
Burn, fire, burn.
When suddenly it started drizzling. Light rain, just the kind to rejuvenate you, and not wash you away.
The night sky in my favourite purple.
times when i'm most alone, i know You're with me.
Tomorrow, i shall be fine.
Tomorrow, you're another day.
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