Weather π₯π€
This weather is killing me from inside. I don't need medicines, just be mine. This weather is like a trouble. I don't need sympathy, just give me cuddles. This weather is freezing my blood. I don't need fire, just cover me with your Love's warm blanket. Really this weather we all need only one thing.......... "LOVE".
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