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Mar 2014
There are love songs playing through the static and I can hear them faintly as I fight anxiety with wine that cares for me more than you could ever pretend to.
The notes fight through the white noise and the words climb against the wind and rain to see day. They will succeed and the static will fade away into the beautiful music that usually fills my universe,
...but not today.
Today is just a promise that things will eventually be okay...
BarelyABard
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   Joe Hill and Olga Valerevna
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