I am in the stairwell of our home burying myself in busy work. My country is in crisis and I am listening to songs that meant something to me when I was 20. I live with you and wake up with you and i miss you even when you are beside me. I know clearly right now that love is all that matters in this storm beaten world, but i feel lost. I want to make this world a paradise for us, but our home feels like a bunker. Hold tight to me and I will hold tight to you. Nothing else seems certain.
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