Your golden smile, your sudden changes, your fuzzy logic, your sweet baby voices, my sadness when your left every time. Your eyes of mystery, your social façade, the good times around, years of waiting and never leaving hope... Your tender, immaculate skin; your fright. My awkward way of loving and taking care of a butterfly... I am just struggling to survive, on the trails of the gorgeous colours you left behind.
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