staring at the pink lemonade bottle right in front of me-
but its empty already.
it's just one of those days again, isn't it?
if only pink lemonade makes you drunk-
blurs all images and
make this world all the more beautiful
with every smell and taste of it.
we are often in search of something somewhere-
but maybe it has always been there.
and i am still searching.
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