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My fever.


mellybelly

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if you have the chills, let me send you my fever, my ebbing rush of blood to the head, it pulses as i'm sitting here wondering why must we always go forward i find myself wishing to go back instead. maybe in time, we will come to the reason, the season for clarity, the puzzle will no longer be a riddle but a simple rhyme. all i know for certain is we can't stay here in this moment, so fast if you blink too long you miss it, so live it, breathe it, find love in it.

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