it might be pitch black here but i still see your light,
of all the things i planned to pursue,
this summer was all about you.
youre all up in my brain, keeping me sane,
from this hell hole i call my goal.
i fear its getting colder, and this summer that we shared,
its flowing along like the songs of the days,
that we intertwined ways, and no one else can say,
theyve felt the same way, as we did.

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