i'm going to grow up without you, and you'll stay the same and i don't care because i'm learning and changing and it's all alright. it's all okay here now.
i want to say a word to start a sentence and i don't know how to spell it.
"my heads like a kite, all my thoughts run astray"
this place has ghosts and im a tad bit clairvoyant i believe.
nobody here understands my love for the clouds like you did
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