12.24.23
If this is indeed a merry season,
why do I feel like crying?
—georginariver
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Rhymes & Reasons
PoesiaThe sun sets and the moon rises, but your absence stays still. August slips like a blink and winter should have been colder, but summer memories warm my endless nights. First love never lasts and so does us, but the way I love you at sixteen always...
Chapter 129:
12.24.23
If this is indeed a merry season,
why do I feel like crying?
—georginariver
