not wanting me.
the beginning of me.
If someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised,
because every night I tell her about you.
March 4th, the only day that is also a sentence.
Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.
I’m slowly falling apart but I’m too exhausted to care.
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