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Feb 13
The sky lit up different
shades of pink and purple,
yellow and orange.
I could hear the stars singing
that every little thing
is going to be alright.

So instead of folding; I am
sitting in front of my fireplace
with a gin and coke,
listening to music I’ve been
avoiding.

Some day I won’t be sad anymore.
Right?
Chameleon
Written by
Chameleon  29/F/Ohio
(29/F/Ohio)   
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     Wyatt, Dani Just Dani and Demonatachick
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