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You were the weather

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When it was us I never trusted tomorrow. Tomorrow was a fickle thing. Evasive, elusive, slipping between my fingers. You were the same. Reactive, never dependable, a risk. Tomorrow became my misery, because today was often volatile. Why would tomorrow react differently?



You were the weather, and I never got the forecast right.



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