The light at the end of the tunnel
It was never dark, but just a little less bright
It’s like finally feeling the mild spring air
After a bitter winter
The type of bitter that makes you forget what the sun is like
The type of air that kisses your skin
Kisses your soul
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 8:32 PM UTC
The light at the end of the tunnel
It was never dark, but just a little less bright
It’s like finally feeling the mild spring air
After a bitter winter
The type of bitter that makes you forget what the sun is like
The type of air that kisses your skin
Kisses your soul
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