I sigh, it’s another night that I spend at your house, I look at you, you’re sleeping already and you look so peaceful, I notice your mouth being slightly open and I gently close it, I then sigh and look at the ceiling, I think about our friendship, I scratch my arms, my scars beneath my sleeve are itching again, I see you wake up was twilight that boring? I chuckle a bit
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