It's raining hard, you are soaked to the skin, cold and lost, you stumble to your knees head bent down against the driving rain.
Your mind flashes back to when you were young. They were all there, all the gang, Jack, Henry, Mike - 'the likely lads' mum used to call you. You were inseperable, kicking a ball out on the park, searching for mushrooms in the woods. You don't see them now. Everyone's moved on, everything's changed. Everything always changes. The world is in constant flux, it's spinning away, and you've lost control. The feelings overwhelm you and you turn your face to the sky, tears streaming down your face. |
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"So far yes I'm struggling for happy endings
I understand
Maybe that is the happy ending for some
Yes it could be
I’d just prefer on the lonely moors than a car park
For the stories I mean "
What about in the deep dark woods for the next one |
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"So far yes I'm struggling for happy endings
I understand
Maybe that is the happy ending for some
Yes it could be
I’d just prefer on the lonely moors than a car park
For the stories I mean
What about in the deep dark woods for the next one"
That’s more a horror story
But go for it |
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