June 29, 2022
Dear Buddy,
This is me praying and wishing in front of a wishing well that the next time I will tear is because I weep happily and not because my chest is all but heavy. I don't know but everything feels so gloomy all of a sudden. It's like there's a storm coming. I hope it will not tear my roof again nor wreck me and my flesh like a ball.
Not being dramatic and not even a believer of superstitious like this but wasting a coin, clasping a hand and a whisper of hope wouldn't hurt, right? It wouldn't break a bone either so be it.
Hopeful,
Calum <3
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