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I promise there is beauty in birds chirping. When I hear springtime, I can feel the tighten of your hug encasing my arms and pushing them inwards towards my ribcage. I feel like death when I think of how darkness can easily keep you away from me and drown you in nothing but night, but then I remember how we are drawn to the moon as it not follows but guides us. Hand-in-hand closer to home than we were before. I carry you in my memories and the thought of your eyes brings me to tears because I see beauty and happiness nestled there like it's meant for me and I miss you so much that I would set hell loose to know that you're okay and that you get your happy ending.