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contrasts

Its always only

up

or down

with you.

Its flying on the highest clowds

its cuddling while the moon rises

its sparkling warm and wonderful

up

or

its head over heels burning

its crying without being able to help neither myself nor you

its hours filled with unspoken words and

its so much dissociation

down

I

cant

handle

this

for

long.

I love you though.
But I got my own demons and they are demanding enough, I

cant carry yours for long

beware

darling