free

and i think about how,

in that moment,

with you,

your sweet embrace,

and your warm lips against mine,

i felt free.

 

can i have just a moment more?

ID: A blurry (motion blur) mirror ph0to of a teenage boy with wavy hair and wire glasses, holding a green sprite can and wearing a long sleeved black rashguard as well as a few chains.

axelaxolotl

TX

15 years old

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