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Poem on Sanday : The times we follow the sun in the rain

The times we follow the sun in the rain

It’s also true what has been thought, it’s not just an odd feeling of sanity or mental health that presses happiness and I’ve only experienced the darkest anguish inflicted on others by their odd actions, that’s not happiness .
An empty blackout seat not written for you, oh sane strange project, and I swear to God my testimony
Feeling happy is such a strange coin in your life, look
Cool at best, but weird. It feels like a cramp that I’m unfamiliar with, but I’ve felt it a lot lately. You need help here and now I’ve mastered everything a couple of times. On the trail of the sun in the rain
But there is no such thing as spiritual happiness. As if Stranger Things was being presented as a pattern, an old pattern, shall we say, thank God. Don’t forget the Almighty. You will be happy.
Thanks for visiting, have a peaceful weekend with some rain, may the sun rise tomorrow.(se/nz)