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[honey-and-sting]

All That Matters

The distance is a deafening lull, a chaotic dance of colored lights, music, and hundreds of auras clamoring for attention.

In the quiet dark, we kiss soft and bitter like the taste of  cigarettes and the fear of hoping again, only to find that happiness is not for us.

But in this moment, I am with you and we are alone.