Sometimes when you are sad and not for any certain reason, you reach out. And sometimes when the hand you find is cold and cannot squeeze yours back, you cry just one tear. And it rolls slowly over your eyelid, crawling its way down your face. Dampening your clothes. DId someone step in for a brief moment, pet the dog, and then steal my heart?...
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You make me proud.
Cheers.