"It's cold when you're not around and the leaves fall like all the snow that never came last winter. You're presence is like a time capsule, and I fear that I'll let all our golden secrets slip away if the lid is unfastened. Everything already seems that much less translucent anyway. Come to think of it, I've never really liked the cold."
I wrote this for you when my world wasn't shaded by colours of green and blue
I wrote this for you when my world wasn't divided by our struggles that grew
I wrote this for you because you are all that I ever knew,
I wrote this for you.
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