Kyle's p.o.v
Creeping up on me like a heartattack, a day when she wore black. Rushing upstream but always
drowning within the dream, I love you. A time to feel completely safe, happy, and whole, my long
bittersweet December.

Kyle's p.o.v
Creeping up on me like a heartattack, a day when she wore black. Rushing upstream but always
drowning within the dream, I love you. A time to feel completely safe, happy, and whole, my long
bittersweet December.
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