every time i wanted to be gone
i remembered that dream
where it was a boy
who looked for me
when i disappeared
and i thought
and hoped
that somebody like him
actually existed
that kept me going
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the art of life
Poetryfalling in love is like becoming a new person. everything seems either beautiful or ugly. or all of it. because love can make you feel both.
are you here?
every time i wanted to be gone
i remembered that dream
where it was a boy
who looked for me
when i disappeared
and i thought
and hoped
that somebody like him
actually existed
that kept me going
