↳ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

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i. i tell you that you are the result of the love of thousands, maybe even millions, but i know that nothing i tell you will make you want to stay.

ii. you tell me that you feel like you are already on the autopsy table and i think that maybe that's why you are always so cold.

iii. you say "i'm sorry that small things still trigger me" but i know you look for those triggers even on the brightest days. you remind me of a daisy caught in a tornado.

iv. i choose your happiness over mine every damn time but still autumn lives within you and you kill everything you love the most.

v. and i must accept that i alone cannot carry you home when you pull away from me and run back to the hurricanes.