dilemma ; xiumin [two]

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every night now
i try my hardest to sleep,
just to communicate with you.
but now
if we touch,
you turn into star dust,
you turn into nothing .
this is my euphoria, my elation, my dreamland.
apart from sleeping all i do now is still mourn over you.
it's been one year.
it still seems like yesterday i found you dead directly under the roof,
the colourless rain mixing with your crimson blood.
it still seems like only yesterday,
that we were building snowmen and baking gingerbread men, before society ruined us.
i miss it all so much.
i miss you so much, ara.