it's just not there and you know it.
you muster, you fight, you ask - the luster is gone. You don't know where it went and how to get it back.
You treat puddles like oceans and grazes like embraces.
you must settle for the smaller things, the quieter things. not the things in movies, not the things epics are written about, but the things that are real.
state of the union.
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