I fell in love with you on a bleak, rainy day, because you pointed to the sun, when all I saw was dark clouds. I knew you were gone on a beautiful, vibrant day because I pointed to the clouds when all we ever saw was the sun. I knew I was insane on a cold, wintry night because I pointed to the stars and smiled when all I had known since your disappearance, was sadness and fog.
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Small Occurrences in a Little Life
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