Where Water Comes From there is a storm brewing no westerly winds blowing just emotions stewing you surprised

by your torrential tears I'm hammering nails in wood a methphor for keeping things safe and good but I think the dam will burst could letting go be worse worse than me watching you clinging on trying to be stoic and strong these tears have been raging inside you try and rationilze why why now I've not been thinking about anything ain't that just the point the point of our

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By Linglang