A breath of crisp spring air:
It was refreshing.
It was like letting go of all of your fears in a split second.
It was like feeling every pleasurable sensation imaginable.
Freeing.
Yes, I had that once.
No matter what happens, you always knew it would be okay.
...
But, now you're gone...
But, now there is the static noise in the background wherever I go...
But, now I breath the same air and I am just not the same.
...
I'd like to hope that there will be a time that I Love Again.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC
A breath of crisp spring air:
It was refreshing.
It was like letting go of all of your fears in a split second.
It was like feeling every pleasurable sensation imaginable.
Freeing.
Yes, I had that once.
No matter what happens, you always knew it would be okay.
...
But, now you're gone...
But, now there is the static noise in the background wherever I go...
But, now I breath the same air and I am just not the same.
...
I'd like to hope that there will be a time that I Love Again.
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