It’s bittersweet. Holding the person you adore, knowing that it will be short lived. The happiness clouded by the subconscious feeling that soon you’ll be gone again. The sinking feeling from a fading smile and watching them turn, aware they’ll be back soon, but eventually the distance grows. As the train leaves and your chest tightens as the world behind you fades to black.
Bells of DOOM . .
nights of the living junkies and walks around the underground ; there is always something more that meets the eye
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