Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is.
April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
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