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Winter is cold knuckles and wet socks. Closing your eyes to the cold wind and shaking. Winter is not being able to get out of bed. Disassociating to the point of mania. Winter is standing outside to feel something. Never telling anyone that you can’t ******* breathe. Winter is how you made me feel deep down inside. I need to get in touch with the other seasons. Until next year
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC
Seasons
Winter is cold knuckles and wet socks. Closing your eyes to the cold wind and shaking. Winter is not being able to get out of bed. Disassociating to the point of mania. Winter is standing outside to feel something. Never telling anyone that you can’t ******* breathe. Winter is how you made me feel deep down inside. I need to get in touch with the other seasons. Until next year
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC
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