The cold is sweeping through this small town, warm hearts turned bitter. It's only the beginning, the leaves are still holding tight to trees, soon they'll be falling under our feet, crunch.
Six days brings my day of birth, birthday, happy day. I just don't even have the energy at this moment to think about it, I just don't even want to.
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And here we are darling, you with your desire to burn.
As the flames eat you whole let me watch and learn.
So sudden, so sweet, just add fire and meet your defeat.

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another day, another time
i'll sit down and really let you in on the chaos which consumes my mind,
for now i'm busy painting.
xo