if i was perfect, i'd make the world a better place for you to fit in the way you wish to fit in. i would make the stars lessen their contrast to make you shine brighter. i would make you smile wider but i'm not perfect and i will never be.
but i will ceaselessly wish for the shooting stars to be in your favour. and maybe then you'll be able to smile brighter and, so will i.
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crimson
Poesía'here a seventeen year old with such a hurricane of emotions talks and rambles about her musings, and writes about lovers she hasn't met and heartbreaks she hasn't yet experienced,as well as others in its rawest state with the hopes that they may b...
