"wait, my mind tends to lose it's way. everytime it comes around i let it slip away. i'm sorry i became this cardiac parade."
i was thinking the other day and realized
we are responsible for everyone else's wishes.
everytime we blow away a dandelion, we give more wishes a chance to grow.
maybe one day you'll wish off one i've made.
but isn't it so hard to believe in me, when i don't believe in anything?
i've got so many things to say but there aren't any ears that will listen.
while your clothes are broken in, i'm just broken.
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