i hate these reoccuring predicaments. you'd think it'd be different.
sometimes i feel stronger alone.
i love.... but i love myself more to know i deserve better.
i hope this is just crack.
anyway.
it hit me.
it is the holidays.
it hit me on the calaveras street light. empty intersection. glossy pavement and random nice christmas song on the radio.
but i didn't feel all warm inside. just cold throughout.
cold & lonely
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you wanna talk about it? cuz i don't think i'm getting the whole picture.
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