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spring will never dawn on me. or spring will never appear inside my fragile bones like a saviour. i thought spring would awaken me with glance, i though all the vitamins in the sun would light up my face and make me smile again.

happy people aren't beautiful, it's the shadows which scars us that make us so
god damn precious.

i don't know where this all began or if it will ever stop. i know that i am living in something that could be confuzed with reality but it's not reality,
i'm walking on air.