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Being blue in the days of grey was on the cards. They never did fail to come with a surprise. The pages turn again today, maybe the corner of the page will be folded just to read it again. Seeing the drops fall from the trees took me back years back. In the middle of the heat came the cold and I was left undone. I looked at songs for friendship, I spent hours staring at the ceiling. Staring at the phone for a slight sign of life. This be my hobby, my food, my alcohol. Feelings are funny and how they tickle you so much that your shoulders droop and your sighs get doubled. I will be back to this but I have a degree to get.