sugar, we both know we don't talk enough.
never even.
when we do, we never touch the deepest surface. right ?
when we do, it never lasts long.
when we do, we were never alone.
i still question it until now, about why you visit my dreams in the most realistic way.
something surreal, when it feels real, it hurts more.
right ?
🖤autumn
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autumn's journal
Şiiranything for everything from the rise and fallen of something. poems about the pain of living and growing up.
