[00:00.30]...and I just ended up and sitting down and writing it one day.
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[00:03.95]And it was perfect too ‘cause it was the very end of this notebook
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[00:08.12]And so there was something that I was like...
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[00:09.72] I tried to- I think- give myself that sense of closure.
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[00:13.57]Uhm
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[00:20.35]So... I guess...
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[00:28.55]Context to the like, the first day, like.
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[00:31.75]Like anything somewhat... romantic happened between us, its was- there was a thunder storm... going on.
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[00:37.47]And it was just like- we were just sitting there like. Just watching it.
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[00:40.35]Like...[laughs]
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[00:43.85]No, it was- I was very- yeah, like, we were just sitting there on his porch or like, like.
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[00:48.70]Or inside. And just like, watching the thunder storm come in
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[00:54.62]And yeah, so that was- yeah, so like...
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[00:58.67]So yeah. Giving that context. Uhm
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[01:02.52]You were a summer thunderstorm on my draught of golden sunshine days
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[01:07.20]Your rain and light show made me dance in ways I never had before- and oh how glorious it was
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[01:12.40]But it wasn’t until you left and I looked up, the fire was burning at my wildflowers,
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[01:17.30]that I understood that you were not the right storm for me
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[01:19.50](Although
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[01:21.15]And then I was like, “Oh but maybe it says this,” so I put a half of a parentheses here, expecting me to like... finish it off and be like.
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[01:26.52]“Oh, I could write- replace this instead of this ‘cause this is like how my brain edits as I’m writing.
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[01:31.15]But I never closed this parentheses and kind of went from here
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[01:35.22]So this is like. This is why I’m explaining why it doesn’t make sense
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[01:37.72]Your rain did not quench my thirst, but oh, how I danced
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[01:41.40]Swaying and leaping in new ways I never thought possible
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[01:44.17]Drenched, and with my eyes and arms turns toward- turned toward the sky
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[01:48.55]I begged for more of the light show and beat- and,
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[01:52.42]and bone- haking beat that were distracting me from the fire scorching my already parched wildflowers
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[01:57.27]It wasn’t until you left, with me chasing after you, that I finally looked around and felt the depth of your destruction
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[02:04.52]And ther e I sat, soaked to the bone, in a smoldering field of wildflowers,
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[02:09.25] trying to water the earth and bring them back to life with my tears that were locked somewhere deep within me
[02:14.70]
[02:14.70]As my wildflowers started to wilt, I looked around again and I realized that I was utterly alone
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[02:19.75]So I took my flowers in my arms
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[02:22.12]But as I- but as I touched them, they crumpled and turned brown, disappearing the more I tried to hold onto them
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[02:27.85]Desperation, I finally plucked them, roots and all from the earth
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[02:31.45]I could no longer hold them
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[03:04.57]...and I just ended up and sitting down and writing it one day.
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[03:08.12] And it was perfect too ‘cause it was the very end of this notebook.
[03:12.57]
[03:12.57]And so there was something that I was like... I tried to- I think- give myself that sense of closure...
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