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he came dashing down the street, in barefoot desperation. rocks in their window, it is not a wake up call. cold night rushes into the room and he grasps the hand. tumble onto cold, empty sheets, a body by their side. broken peace, his scream cuts through fog in their mind. questions, endless tears; pour anxieties into their head. they answer with hugs and nothings, spilling waterworks of their own.
they try to hold together the shattered pieces, but they crumble themself.
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a/n: swift seems like a lie now oops. not my best but idc
also i found my mother's old scrapbooking shit expect fancy paper now
