*i remember that December
where we laid on the ceiling
planning world domination
or hating on things we didn't find appealing
i remember the cold breeze
hovering over us
but i also remember you holding me tight
thinking of things we could discuss
i remember looking into your eyes
and i would drown in your pain
but i would open my own and realize
that it was all a dream and i'm still in chains.
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