The smartest boy I know seems content to spend the rest of his life working a dead-end job at a pool store.
The most beautiful girl I've ever met feels compelled to hurt herself.
I scream into a pillow.
I scream out loud.
The brightest stars might never be seen,
because they're hidden by the clouds.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 1:55 AM UTC
The smartest boy I know seems content to spend the rest of his life working a dead-end job at a pool store.
The most beautiful girl I've ever met feels compelled to hurt herself.
I scream into a pillow.
I scream out loud.
The brightest stars might never be seen,
because they're hidden by the clouds.
I love you. I love you anyway.
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