isn't life ironic?
the safe things are the things we hate.
the dangerous things are the things we love.
we are always looking for the next thrill, for something that is even more exciting than the last.
but isn't it funny
that the things we do to feel so alive
are the things that can kill us?
just an idea.
-snow
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Poetry"my name is Blurryface and i care what You think" | a series of short instances where a girl cares too much about the others and not enough for herself, so this becomes an outlet for her thoughts and feelings | (and yes, that was a |-/ reference)
