Music spills over us, like the tears on your face. You attempt to sing along as the notes reverberate deep within your chest, triggering a mix of emotions. We watch crowds slosh and stamp barefoot on muddy pools, rejoicing their discomfort.The stink mixed with burning marijuana fills the air. I wonder how it felt...to have shit all over my face and still feel happy.
I don't know how to relieve your pain. And that troubles me.
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