Remember

 

I hear the crickets

They are louder than before

Theres a warm breeze on my cheek

The moon is crawling towards the stars

Somewhere there is someone who thinks they are alone

Someone there is someone who is so low they can not hear the crickets, feel the breeze or see the moon crawling

Somewhere there is always someone

Pray for them

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