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Whenever something strange happens I always think how
Whenever something overwhelms me I acknowledge the many
Whenever times flies I always count the days
A black sky and no stars, something I’m accustomed to seeing. Fire escapes, garbage cans, dumpsters, dirty gold windows with beige blinds allowing the light from an age-old lamp to shine through. I see it all the time. Another thing I’m accustomed to seeing is my legs sprawled like I’d been jumped by gang members and stripped clean.