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Sometimes there are times where things just don't go my way. I want to kick, scream, or cry. I need some sort of getaway, just for one day. It's no secret that life is hard, I will not lie.  
“Hey, you ready?” “Yeah, you?” “Heck yeah. We’re gonna knock this one outta the park!” “Damn straight. Oh, shh, they’re about to pull the curtain.”  
Colorful rain in the distorted form of paint droplets splash upon my windshield, sometimes I feel happy- other times I feel that I'm too disconnected and long to be sealed.
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