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And the flowers that he grew in my lungs turned to wilted flowers, making it harder to breathe. And then the rain made them bloom again.

Normal.

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by newromanticcs

by newromanticcs

I say I don't care, but it's the total opposite. I do care, I care because I feel more than I should.

I say I don't like your eyes, but I do. They glow like tiny stars in the darkest of night skies.

I say I'm over your silence, but I'm not. I wish your words were as easy as my unspoken ones.

I say I don't care, but I do. I do because when you come my way, I can't feel normal.