love is all

I was 8 and you were 18, and I cried the next morning I woke up;
I am 27 and you are 37, and I cried the whole night.

What doesn't kill me instantly stays as parasite, consuming me slowly.

Why is everything getting tougher, or why haven't I evolved?


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It was you in my dream again, we were talking, we were talking just fine, like good friends, no awkwardness, no nothing, we were just talking like really good friends.

I miss you. I miss us.


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It's beautiful, it's icy cold, and I don't have to see myself from its reflection. It's gorgeous.