It's a middle of the night, middle of the day feeling. It's when the light fades away for just two seconds and we grip on to the last glimmer of hope. Mildly loving hearts break even but truly not evenly. The wounds will heal but sometimes those scars will linger. To give up is to lose and to lose is to let go. Breathing through it all and waking up to another day. It's never even and it's always hard. Those hearts they are never equal, they are never simple but always complicated. Smile with the ping of distate and wait for the next blip of a rainstorm.
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