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i wandered off last night, hoping the cold wind would cure my warm heart.
night time has always been my favorite. roaming around seemed almost necessary and late, sleep- depriving thoughts had space to float around.
hushed whispers and faint footsteps surrounded me, keeping my mind at ease. the rustling trees only adding to the scenery i had pictured in my head.
the moon sat well above me, shining a captivating light that made everything in my head seem more visible.
you took over every last bit of consciousness i had left.
