mushy. that's the perfect word for the perfect me. the nights are cold. it's cold and whenever there are times when you just need to stay put and hug someone and there's no one. it gets colder. it's mush. it's that feeling you share with someone that is very very very addictive. you can really really imagine this so much. it's a drug. and you can kill for this drug for real. it's a constant longing. it's a state of mind yes but its a constant state of mind. imagination.
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