Sometimes, the world goes dark and all you can think is Oh my God. How am I going to get through this?
The light goes out with the flash of an exploding bulb. You look for hope, but there's no one with hope with you. You dread these days, for when they come they remind you of how hard everything can be, and these days are the type that you can't see the end to see if there will be light again.
This is one of those days.
It might even become one of those months.
get well soon shim, i miss you already.. =( tsk.tsk.tsk..
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