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And you tell yourself you'll change. And you don't. And you push your hand through the water, turn upside down, watch the sun ripple. And you stand in the shower- No, you sit in the shower, and you breath through the water, and you imagine what it might be like to drown. And it feels like air is hugging your lungs for the first time, curl upside down, pretend the water is rain. And you're walking home, because you have a home, and it's raining. And you didn't think to grab an umbrella. And you don't care. When your hands are cold, always trust in a hot water faucet. Clouds are made of water. It makes sense to feel like you're floating on air.
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
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And you tell yourself you'll change. And you don't. And you push your hand through the water, turn upside down, watch the sun ripple. And you stand in the shower- No, you sit in the shower, and you breath through the water, and you imagine what it might be like to drown. And it feels like air is hugging your lungs for the first time, curl upside down, pretend the water is rain. And you're walking home, because you have a home, and it's raining. And you didn't think to grab an umbrella. And you don't care. When your hands are cold, always trust in a hot water faucet. Clouds are made of water. It makes sense to feel like you're floating on air.
lexy-weixel
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
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