But what about when this perfect glass surface of a world starts flaking away? It's not crashing down on me, but I can smell the rain before the storm arrives. The result could be cataclysmic. I don't know yet. The raindrops could be the size of golf balls or they could be misty. Either way, a storm is brewing and it draws closer each day and I am unable to prepare for it.
Somebody save me.
"Light up, light up, as if you have a choice, even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you, dear." -Snow Patrol
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