i woke up to heat and ill news.
i don't want to lose him. yet minds are tempted towards sadness.
i believe that things happen for a reason. perhaps not by faults but rather by minute external forgetfulness.
feelings fled, questions arrived. confusion settled.
i turn to my enemy of hope to (obviously) hope.
this world is never fair, never real.
but i conclude: la tristesse durera toujours.
i don't want to lose him. yet minds are tempted towards sadness.
i believe that things happen for a reason. perhaps not by faults but rather by minute external forgetfulness.
feelings fled, questions arrived. confusion settled.
i turn to my enemy of hope to (obviously) hope.
this world is never fair, never real.
but i conclude: la tristesse durera toujours.
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