I want to store all your kisses in a jar. I want to keep all our hugs in a tight jar. My love, you feel and taste like familiar pain, and I fear you'll leave soon, I fear you'll fade away, and I just can't take it, but I can't help it, so I'll store all your kisses, hugs and aesthetically perfect touch in a tight jar.
10:34pm
26/07/2021.
RANTS.
Well, Fuck.