for me, happiness comes like the warmth of summer days.
i hope it'll last forever
and then it's gone just as quick as it showed up.
i guess i always manage to fuck things up.
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Conversations With Myself
ŞiirWhat is it that I think? Does it even matter? I leave a lot of things unsaid, unheard, and well.. Here's all the things I wish someone would've and could've heard me say.
