When I'm with you
I have this overwhelming sadness that comes over me at night and as a single tear rolls down my cheek I stop and start to think of you and how we would laugh until we both start turning different shades of pink. It amazes me sometimes to imagine how the world works in such a manner where it can be a vicious nightmare and yet also a beautiful dream. To think we could lose everything in seconds and we still have this everlasting desire for danger and crave the rush of adrenaline. When i'm with you I know we have this deep connection like the peek of our souls have collided and fused into one.
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