Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
I've felt that before... I still feel it sometimes. Its a lonely feeling. I like it sometimes, in a weird, sick, way. I don't know. Most of the time, it passes away quietly. Other times, it lingers on...
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Some days my life is in sepia and cold winter light seeps through the window. I am low. Almost floor level.
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I've felt that before... I still feel it sometimes. Its a lonely feeling. I like it sometimes, in a weird, sick, way. I don't know. Most of the time, it passes away quietly. Other times, it lingers on...
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