Another rainy day, where you are in your room, buried under the thickest blanket, hoping you'd never fall asleep.
Why?
Because like the rain, thinking about him brings you cold, fuzzy comfort.
So you decide to pour a cup of coffee as black as the battle scars on your heart and switch on your lamp light.
With a feather-light heart, you dive into new words, new feelings, new world entirely.
-LovableConundrum
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