Broken Comments

Broken thoughts muddling my mind, struggling to let go of what's gone
namely you. looking out fingerprint smeared window, grey rain filled day lends to my gloomy affect. my inner turmoil rages.
I curse as a horn blares from below. the day fades quickly into the evening rush hour of steady traffic along mass ave.
I breathe in the smell of old smoke and stale sweat.
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