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⌗✎ 첫 사랑

Love is not a weakness but it presents itself to me in that form. Daunting, expansive and short tempered. It's cold and dry, on going and never-ending.

It holds on to those parts of you, parts that you wouldn't think are there. It will find things that never crossed your mind. It turns you into something else, undiscovered and eager. 

Wind comes and takes my mind with it, there's no room for me to think. I shouldn't be thinking at all but my mind starts to fill with unreasonable thoughts.

⌗✎ 2 am 

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