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Things haven’t been okay here
for a while, and I thought I was coping
but the truth is I’m unraveling.

Tell me you still laugh like wind chimes.
Tell me your hair smells like tornado weather.
Tell me the moon is out tonight and she’s beautiful
where you are. I need to know that good things
are happening in other places.

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