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[holdenintherye]

Does a dreamer die when his dreams die too? My alarm greeted my with a ‘Good Morning Heartache’ coming off of Lady Day’s melancholy. No one else’s pain and loneliness ever sounded so beautiful. Maybe that’s why she died of cirrhosis. Like clockwork, you were in my dreams again. Days like these are meant to be cold and snowy, not hot and muggy. You

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[cieldenuit]

I miss you.