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I think today has something to do with my hands and how my fingers rake up and down my arms when I'm feeling nervous, or when the silences between us become longer than the reassurances; I think today has something to do with my scalp and how it's always crawling with the thought of what if this is not enough, what if I am a wrecking ball that doesn't need a permit to destroy today the grass smelled nice and I walked by myself through the dew and I thought that maybe it's okay and maybe it gets better today I walked through the grass with my hands in my pockets and they didn't scratch at my skin at all, today I looked up at the sky and everything was so still, and I think maybe tomorrow I'll find some scissors and old newspaper & fashion myself some paper wings, I think tomorrow the air will be warm and if I try hard enough maybe I can catch one of those soft breezes going nowhere, I think tomorrow I'll fly far away but today my hands are warm and still inside my pockets my socks are wet when I get home, so I change them today I'm going to crawl inside my heart and I'm going to change the wallpaper today I'm going to write a new script for my head.
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
new wallpaper
I think today has something to do with my hands and how my fingers rake up and down my arms when I'm feeling nervous, or when the silences between us become longer than the reassurances; I think today has something to do with my scalp and how it's always crawling with the thought of what if this is not enough, what if I am a wrecking ball that doesn't need a permit to destroy today the grass smelled nice and I walked by myself through the dew and I thought that maybe it's okay and maybe it gets better today I walked through the grass with my hands in my pockets and they didn't scratch at my skin at all, today I looked up at the sky and everything was so still, and I think maybe tomorrow I'll find some scissors and old newspaper & fashion myself some paper wings, I think tomorrow the air will be warm and if I try hard enough maybe I can catch one of those soft breezes going nowhere, I think tomorrow I'll fly far away but today my hands are warm and still inside my pockets my socks are wet when I get home, so I change them today I'm going to crawl inside my heart and I'm going to change the wallpaper today I'm going to write a new script for my head.
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khanslik
24/F/Ohio
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
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