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Jan 4
I used to convince myself you'd get better,
like after winter, flowers will bloom once again.
In waiting for the snow to melt,
the ice has encapsulated my heart.
Frozen in time, our house carries a silent testimony of our pain.
I have to get out, you know that too.
To find the summer again,
one must leave the winter in the past.
if you're not ready,
I will do it alone.
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Moony  17/Androgynous
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