Lonely Day

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Funny how a lonely day can make a person say, what good is my life?
Funny how a breaking heart can make me start to say, what good is my life?

Remember

Remember.
A smell, a look, a touch, a laugh, a push, a song, a fight, a thought, a fall, a breeze, a love.
The days that clung to your soul as you fell asleep. The sun on your skin and the kiss of the wind.
The dreams you thought must be a taste of your destiny.
A smell so strong it reminds you of him and shocks you into the day you thought would last forever.

Reading Lessons

"It would be, I have discovered, and indeed generally is, unwise to say almost any of the things one feels most moved to say. Unless you can somehow present them as a joke." - Europa, Tim Parks