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It's such a beautiful and warm summer day, but I sit inside and watch as the shade passes away. The bright blue skies passes over with a looming feeling of grey. Pink and green and yellow to orange but just left with a sense of being tired. Is this my home? Just feels like a stop along my way. Preaching words of wisdom and telling everyone it will be okay, how can I tell someone that they will be if I'm not okay? Hard to know what a red flag is when I look at the world through a rose tinted glass, not knowing which moment will be my last. Maybe it does get easier as each day passes, but that's the hard part, having to do it each day. Maybe it's not my time to enjoy a beautiful summer day, so I better get going on my way.
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 4:11 PM UTC
Summer day
It's such a beautiful and warm summer day, but I sit inside and watch as the shade passes away. The bright blue skies passes over with a looming feeling of grey. Pink and green and yellow to orange but just left with a sense of being tired. Is this my home? Just feels like a stop along my way. Preaching words of wisdom and telling everyone it will be okay, how can I tell someone that they will be if I'm not okay? Hard to know what a red flag is when I look at the world through a rose tinted glass, not knowing which moment will be my last. Maybe it does get easier as each day passes, but that's the hard part, having to do it each day. Maybe it's not my time to enjoy a beautiful summer day, so I better get going on my way.
AkashDeMello
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 4:11 PM UTC
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