all the songs sound the same.
the city decides to have a traffic jam and stops whizzing by like it usually does.
it's neither hot nor cold and both at the same time.
the headache can't decide whether to stay or go
the sky is quiet
the moon isn't there yet
the sun is about to leave anyway
there's something missing but you don't know what it is
It's one of those days.
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