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It was the way his fingers were twirling my hair on the night that I had too much caffeine in my system. My words were bouncing off the walls and landing on the floor to be stepped on by people who never even tried to notice the beautiful parts of Winter. I was cold and my words had enough resting on the tip of my tongue to never be exposed to the light.
(i dont want to love you anymore)
how perfect is this
sigh why cant this be my room