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Jul 2016
The sun is peeking through the fog; I’m sitting on the bench it’s for 4am or maybe 4 30 I’m not exactly sure. I hear the birds; the wind is blowing slightly on my face. I have some coffee; I wish I had tea though but it reminds me of you. I have so many things on my mind part of the reason I woke up at 4 I’m sure it was 4 this time. I have been sitting and thinking for hours. My coffee is cold now, the sun came out from the fog the wind is still blowing but a little more now. I should go inside and socialize but I’m tired so I’ll just keep sitting until I feel fine again.
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