im sitting in the basement of a friends place who im pretty sure im falling in love with, although all love seems to be for me is a way to bleed. Im counting the days till fall where I can curl up into my cocoon and emerge once again! It seems every summer strips me down to the soul and pretends not to feel the sting as the depths level off and the open wounds become infected.
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