Joy took a bus ride home, leaving sadness in its stead.
A grey cloud covered us all, storms looming in the horizon.
Those who understand, understand.
Those who don't, move along.
There is nothing to see here.
Clouds
Joy took a bus ride home, leaving sadness in its stead.
A grey cloud covered us all, storms looming in the horizon.
Those who understand, understand.
Those who don't, move along.
There is nothing to see here.
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