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Winter winter winter.
This feigned season that's actually hotter to inhale and exhale than summer heat.
I celebrate in cryptic code.
It's not too hard to figure out. I am blunt without being straightforward, or so I'd like to think, and the snow makes me talk in pretty, spiraling circles that come to a square ending. I can be self-deprecating, say things I need to admit about myself, and feel catharsis, not self-loathing.
On the other hand, it's hypocritical, but I wouldn't recommend my feigned season to anyone else.
Once you're in it, you'll never want to leave. It'll haunt your mind until you think you'll go crazy for the time change, and you lose track of hours and minutes, all in one second.
And then winter comes around again.
This feigned season that's actually hotter to inhale and exhale than summer heat.
I celebrate in cryptic code.
It's not too hard to figure out. I am blunt without being straightforward, or so I'd like to think, and the snow makes me talk in pretty, spiraling circles that come to a square ending. I can be self-deprecating, say things I need to admit about myself, and feel catharsis, not self-loathing.
On the other hand, it's hypocritical, but I wouldn't recommend my feigned season to anyone else.
Once you're in it, you'll never want to leave. It'll haunt your mind until you think you'll go crazy for the time change, and you lose track of hours and minutes, all in one second.
And then winter comes around again.