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Happiness scares me—I love like every good morning has an expiration date. Even in the warmth, I’m already bracing for the fall, memorizing joy while grieving its end. This playlist lives in that space: where love feels real, fragile, and dangerously beautiful.
By RyanHappiness scares me—I love like every good morning has an expiration date. Even in the warmth, I’m already bracing for the fall, memorizing joy while grieving its end. This playlist lives in that space: where love feels real, fragile, and dangerously beautiful.