When your favourite song came up on my Spotify, I froze. For just over 4 minutes I couldn't move, I couldn't think, I could barely breath or even blink. I felt cold, abandoned, disoriented, hopeless, like the moment I knew we were done. I'm holding on to Winter, but there's the sun. It hurts more than anticipated, but I'm not deleting the song. Shuffling between self destruction and being strong, I must go on.
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