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You asked me what my favorite color was and i looked into your eyes blue as the Antarctic deep as the Pacific just as cold and sharp as icicles just like the hypothermia freezing me into place just like a hailstorm destroying an innocent plant and i continue to stare stare at the swirling currents dragging me further at the bottomless void of aquamarine coming closer every minute and i dream that it has me within its embrace gently caressing me into sleep the kind of sleep that never ends reminiscent to the agony you put me under gravitating me closer strangling me tighter swallowed by the surging waves of the winter ocean my last breath fading like a memory that never began as you watch me slowly, golden in the sun while i sink once and for all never to return
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Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC
At least i die with you as the last thing i see
You asked me what my favorite color was and i looked into your eyes blue as the Antarctic deep as the Pacific just as cold and sharp as icicles just like the hypothermia freezing me into place just like a hailstorm destroying an innocent plant and i continue to stare stare at the swirling currents dragging me further at the bottomless void of aquamarine coming closer every minute and i dream that it has me within its embrace gently caressing me into sleep the kind of sleep that never ends reminiscent to the agony you put me under gravitating me closer strangling me tighter swallowed by the surging waves of the winter ocean my last breath fading like a memory that never began as you watch me slowly, golden in the sun while i sink once and for all never to return
Aryaa
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Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC
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