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Space Trash or Shooting Star

I don't need much

A kiss on the forehead, because it's the closest to kissing my mind you can get.
A gift as simple as the 50p unicorn stickers, you know I love to decorate my laptop with.
A meal together, where we always agree there is no such thing as too much cheese.
A cuddle under the night sky, where we tiff about shooting stars and space trash.
A hug so long and comfortable, I feel as if we are physically one.
A bed time smoke, that turns into a long conversation about how society fucks us over.

These moments help me, when I feel so low, that I want to take all of the pills in my drug box. Knowing that if I kill myself, I'll never see your smile again.

I don't need much to know, how utterly in love with you I am.
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