that today, might be the last time i see you.
whatever feeling inside, it could be nothing.
but tonight, tears fall down.
not for nothing.
for something i don't know.

a tiny wish is whispered, softly, from my lips.
i hope you can't hear it.
i whisper,
"i wish i could see you again.."

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a little wind

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i bake my own bread for breakfast, i craft everything i could think of, i watch arsenal, i dream of alaska, and i befriend old cameras. my world rotates on september.



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