silverlining
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The awkward, quiet, concentrated air fills the morning
As the birds try to sing but only sound like sandpaper to my ringing ears
I sluggishly move the plush covers on top of me to the side
Remember when we talked about the universe?
That ever-growing,never-ending,ever-glowing abyss.
Remeber when Pluto was a planet and parallel dimensions didn't exist?
Yeah me neither.
