If it's any consolation, I don't know the constellations. Maybe I'm a star in your eyes and maybe that's white lies. If you wanted my honesty, you should have chosen honestly. Maybe I'm a little blue but I'm looking for a little green to shackle me. If im blind then life is divine. Maybe I got four from two and two. If I was pretty then you'd be the one they'd all pity. Maybe the broken are the ones with their words left unspoken. If I had known it would like this on this side then I would have gone that way. Maybe I'm in love with fictional depictions of what the world is missing. If I could breathe then I wouldn't feel so suffocated. Maybe no-one really wakes up from a nightmare. If I could fight my demons then they'd always be far away. Maybe I'm losing battles that I didn't know existed.
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The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PuisiThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.
