Short-lived?

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3.28am. Here again. It’s not that I’m not tired, but it is what I need to spill out. 

Like butterfly. Will we be like them? I don’t want this to be just a season thing. I don’t want us to be just a temporary feeling. It will kill me. I don’t have anyone here. Away from my home, you make this place my ‘home’. 

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