Little black cloud
I don’t care for conflict
Never have
I suspect nobody does
But the fact is it’s universal
Once you think you’ve freed yourself from it
It rears its ugly head
It’s like a little black cloud that won’t go away
And every so often you wonder
Were we once the best of friends
december two thousand twenty-four
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It’s so true.
Sure seems that way.