“The trees look so wicked with no leaves in it. The breeze is so frigid that it freezes liquid and I start up the whip cant just jump in it, gotta let the shit run for like fifteen minutes. The summer’s too short, winters already here. It feels like it last 80% of the year. Something in my mind snaps every single time that its winter time. Something in my soul dies every single time that its winter time.”
Just when I thought no one would be able to explain how I feel about winter. Captures exactly how I feel every single winter.
I define myself and I don't fit in to any of your neat little categories.
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