Without you
My existence is what must not
And my must is …
That's the usual gulp which cuts my words
I save my weak smiles for the rainy day
But there's no rainy day in calendar
I don't know how rainy day looks like
May be like today or tomorrow
Who knows?
My existence is what must not
My existentialISm is null and void
Just like my existentialWASm
Perhaps every day is a rainy day without you
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