Crying Inside

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weary-eyed; sinking into dream portraits on those days when your flesh burns at the sight of a stop sign.
See I have this feeling I live with. (A roommate of sorts that hides under my bed, or slouches in that extra seat we always have next to us at dinner.)
Let's call this feeling invasion.
And not invasion in the sense of a man entering your home late at night making his way through
all your favourite hiding spots.
No this is much bigger, somet
Into The Mist
be together
In love