somethings never change i suppose. time is not on my side and i feel about dead right now. when it is cold out, the air smells so pure and i want to breathe it in to heal my wounds and erase my scars. i want to stand in the middle of everything and be the most beautiful thing you have ever seen, but i won't get that chance. you won't let me and i won't let myself. so here i am fading away. i am not even a memory.
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