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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.

Plane.

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by newromanticcs

by newromanticcs

It's no coincidence at all, you and I can never be together.

There is always a who and there's always a when and a where.

And I remember there was a time you were the brightest star.

I begged a thousand wishes for them to come true for us.

But we crashed and then what we had burned down to ashes.

And the plane took you fast enough to realize you're not what I want.