i want a person made of good luck.
i want a person who's arms feel like summer.
i'd never be able to hold on to that person, because
i'm made of every mistake.
i'm full of rainy days and fingers falling to places they shouldn't.
i'm full of tears and pieces of things they all leave behind.
i'm almost worth it.
i just want to know more than i can.
things can change, i guess.
and i'm okay with that today.
i might even be okay with it tomorrow.
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