How will you make me happy again? I'm in such despair; a death, dying, disease. Can love conquer the destination of life? Everything is questionable and although you're opening up, I am closing my walls down further. I don't know how to tell you things, I wish I said the truth more often. I keep thinking, wondering; getting pulled down by the harsh blows of the tides of my thoughts. I achieve, but barely. I'm a magnificent mess. I just want a soft kiss, a tender embrace. I want some bliss.
I want to be summer
and bloom.
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