in winter, it's the snowflakes.
in spring, it's the raindrops.
in summer,
it's the flower petals.
in autumn, it's the leaves.
all these things will eventually fall,
but not one of them will fall as hard
as i do for you when i wake up every morning.
- all the clichés were written with us in mind.
— Apr 13, 2024 08:41PM
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