Goddamn I hate to love you
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Goddamn, I Hate to Love You

Alone, I sit by a dying fire. The predawn hours blanket the ocean heard calmly tiding in the distance. Nostalgia flows through an open window. It smells of ocean- mildew and decay and salt. A distinct smell, which when trying to describe is indescribable. I would bottle it if I could. The scent is carried… Continue reading Goddamn, I Hate to Love You