stop it, really.
I HATE FEELING LIKE A CFKUING REFUGEE EACH TIME I SEE YOU
I still love you, but you make it so hard. I'm not angry that you're better than me, I'm just sad you know too
Sometimes we're both so fragile
I don't know who'll break the other first.
we seem to crush each other, even when we're apart.
maybe our friendship isn't the safest outlet.
we keep teeter-tottering
swaying with the rhythm of some unbearable weight.
maybe we won't break. maybe we'll melt.
not in the fashion of great heaps of discarded, rusty snow
we'll melt like after-thoughts; the ones that were never meant to last.
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