The yarn ran out before my patience, And my hope is hanging on by the shredded ends of the thread, I am yet again, Tied up in knots, Of this project, Like the universe is testing me, At every level, A
Her eyes are low, She doesn't see me arrive. Her eyes are looking everywhere, She doesn't look at me. She is laughing right in front of me, She isn't laughing with me. She is talking about something,
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