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Sometimes it's the little things

By Some GuyPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
I took this photo

It was late at night on a weekday, I can't remember which one. I only remember that I had work the next day. I had a horrible headache and was fighting back my anger from the situation I was in. A situation I made made for myself.

It was humid after the rain. I was trying to keep myself together. All of a sudden, I saw a puddle on the floor that sort of looked like India. I remember bursting out in a one man orchestra of laughter.

Suddenly I felt better. Just two more days, until Sunday!

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About the Creator

Some Guy

I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it

Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:

The gunslinger draws

His opponent does the same

oh dear, they both died

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