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Tuesday

  • Timothy Wolfgang Truman Petraitis
  • Aug 13, 2019
  • 1 min read

Rain. It is running down my windows like tears on a particularly sad dog. The rain mirrors my own soul for I am crushed by the weight of another summer ending and gray clouds build in the troposphere of my mind. But whatever.


 
 
 

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