what i am to you is not real.
summer nights chill me to the very core. to my insides, all stitched and impaled. i do not cope well with happiness, with sunshine. bring on the rain. and yet, the company i keep are oozing sunshine, they sparkle and shine - they are warmth. it’s cold without you. i am cold without you. there are moments in the autumn
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