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the air is damp. 
pregnant with the world's sorrows.
pregnant with mine.


the sky holds them close to its heart.
not wanting to let them go.


not wanting to lose something so safe,
yet so tragic.


but somehow when it can no longer hold the
weight of the world, the air releases its tears.


yours.
mine. 
all joined together


to cleanse the world.






courageously saying that ive obviously had maybe too much to drink & posting random excerpts, that ive written, from my journal,


lauren