August- there is nothing like that late summer sadness

The desperation that comes when something beautiful is ending. I hate letting it go. But I'll relive it in my head all winter.

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Magenta · 61-69, F

Mmhm I know the feeling well. It's a sweet sort of melancholy.

Your post is beautiful, like a lovely bright spot in a sea of trash.

robingoodfellow · M

@Magenta thank you, I really appreciate that.