you always preferred moths over butterflies, winter over summer and gray over pink. you turned to chocolates to relive your aching and you crushed every cigarette that lay on your path. you picked up the daisies and planted kisses on your grandmas cheeks because you know your grandad did that before he passed away. you find shelter in rain and comfort in sun and maybe that's why you shine so bright. your hollow chest is filled with gold and your pretty eyes, with tears. every passing sunset, you leave a part of you in the open and that brings you peace, knowing that even when you fade away, your memories will never cease to burn.
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2 a.m. thoughts
Fiksi Penggemari usually wake up at 2 am and think about a lot of stuff. i tried to sum them up and write them here. [ lowercase intended.]
