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a reminder for the idiot that keeps crawling back

stop comparing me to the sun, i like the stars better, stop texting me at 3 am, i'm actually trying to get sleep now. stop quoting that godamn song i've already thrown away that CD. stop trying to break your way in through the cracks in my skin and stop trying to push me back into the ocean, it's the winter, and you know i don't want to swim. please stop talking to my friends because they want to hear from you even less. you came into our lives and broke a few hearts and smashed a few bowls. i don't need to back to stop my breathing, because everytime you start to talk i start to shake, and shaking leads to screaming at 4 am when you've stopped texting already. anyways, you can't see the sun at 3 am, only the stars, so why are you trying to get a sun tan then?
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Written by
avery-greensmith
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Dec 26, 2014
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25·154
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you're a fucking idiot because the only thing that gives you a sun tan is the sun, but you're too afraid of getting a sunburn

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#sun#break#stars#music#stop
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