we often oppress ourselves into a state of sadness after the heartbreaks from our past lovers
nothing beats a crying session from a heartbreak
our stars don’t believe to make a constellation while the moon forgets it’s phases
we never choose to believe that a heartbreak doesn’t last forever so we cry ourselves a river until the river has pass onto its streams of silence
don’t forget that nothing last forever and forever lasts a lifetime
drive a happy hour and smile at the winds of the breeze that you bring while your going 70 miles per hr down the road ahead of you
You won’t regret it
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