breathing thoughts

December

Why does every december seem so blue? The weather would fit the mood of the down. It seemed like every season have their theme. I reach for the cold droplets trickling down to earth, felt like the blood in me. Icy cold. Tainted pale cheeks stained with hot scalding tears that no body would see because I refused.

I apologize to those who cared for me Because I focused blindly.


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