Nothing.

Sometimes I just need to dissapear.
But if I did that, then maybe I'd seem scared.
Petrified.
I don't want to give the wrong impression, now do I?

We can climb up the walls.
Climp into the atmosphere.
We can go into outer space.
Hopefully not disintegrate.

Kiss me. kiss me. kiss me.

These are the symptoms of teenage heartbreak.
Highschool's outbreak, don't pity the man.
Love the man.
Pity the world for bringing it upon itself.
You have to fix it. Nuts and bolts won't do justice.
Luck is just a state of mind.

Reason with me. Tell me I'm not going crazy. That everything I want needs to be more than what I need to feel. To see. To breathe. And kissing the sky never felt so good, or tasted so sweet. But nothing can compare.
And it's all in the eyes of..what?
what am I saying?
I can't even tell you the truth.
I can't even let you know. Know what..
I'm all about.
It's not you, it's him. I can't help it. His smile is so nice.


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I really hope you make it out okay.