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...she spreads her fingers wide, and you, little boat, little one, drops gently on the water, floating away, floating away, knowing it’s a dream.
Lonelily Lonely
And maybe it’s just me, and the rain perhaps, or the way lonely people seem even lonelier whenever it rains: I felt sad, sad in a way that I’ve never been in a long time.
Moxie
They say moxie is slang for street smarts. Something you pick up along the way as you live out the timeline of your life, that ranges from comfortable to completely fucked.