Beneath our lowest lows hiding in the cellar where deeper truths are stored in the sub-basement of rawest emotions and dark corners of regrets, never hiding because in the light of day, they are so plain to see.
It was a good day.
It was a tough day.
It was a tough night.
The distance between a headache and a heartache, or an empty one-sided conversation, i…
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