I write a lot about wanting you, about wanting to be given all of these chances, but the truth is I know it'll never happen. It's sunk deep into my skin, scattered across my mind, that we will never be. I know you will never come, we will never happen. That's why I write about us and the things we are not, it's my way of accepting everything
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De TodoYou're an artist," I tell him. "How so?" "You paint a smile on every face you come across," I say, "but there's always a twist with artists." "What's my twist?" "You never paint a smile on yourself."
