I want to be perfect for you.
Delicate.
Light as the breeze that blows through the trees during summer eves.
So tiny that you can carry me around with ease.
Light as the snow that falls to the ground
In our sad mid-west town.
Delicate.
I want to be perfect for you.
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i am only destined for tragedy.
You say that life is beautiful and I can see that it can be. I just can't see how it can be beautiful for me. Beautiful things happen to other people. I'm destined to watch from the sidelines and dream that one day, that could be me: happy, free, smiling. But I know in my heart that it never will be. My dreams will stay dreams and my life will probably not be beautiful.
broken thoughts | 2am
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*walks down the street*
*remembers that burger with fries eaten three months ago*
*walks faster*
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Same shirt, 23 kg difference
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