is what I heard around there...
is too much hard to breath when you do this. you make things harder
i'm on my limit of breaking and than I hear your scream. you're louder than a bomb, because you're louder inside of me. i'm always trying to skip this part, leaving behind the leaves of a summer that didn't ended for me yet. in fact, i'm living a new summer, new flowers. but this beating heart says we're melted, mixed. forever floating together.
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