You are yet another dose of dopamine that wears out leaving me colder than before. As I pop pills like tic tacs in the single digit temperatures of the night I wonder if I know anything for sure anymore. You, me and this.. A beautiful firework that fades into nothing but ashes and smoke and I like a little kid still stare at the velvet blue sky,wishing I had made you some breakfast the last time.
And if I am abusing too much, and not being creative about their use...know that, what I really need to do is have a good cry.
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You know, sometimes I think I should just run away, just, gone.
Cry, if cry you must. But beware, things have a nasty tendency of switching paths and treading towards better and unexpected roads. :)
Background score: Ed Sheeran's Autumn Leaves
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