We're just sitting in our stars moon crux and division street mindmatter continuity we're full of love and hate and stranded by our confusion we cry our souls away to make this world an island of lonliness and regret. You made the mistake of hoping too and dreams don't come down from the sky like the shooting stars piled outside your bedroom window. Its all so beautiful, the most gorgeous eyes and a faithless voice pleading to be set free on the world so that we might believe.

Don't you wish i was writing all of this for you?

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