"the way her tears make you want to change the world so it doesn't hurt anymore".

the recollection of her frightened grip that left an imprint on my arm, and my suprise at the immediate protectiveness that surged from within.

you're like a shooting star. the beauty of you lies in your transience; coming as you please, going as you please. i won't know when you're coming, or when you're going. i just sit and wait.

sit and wait.

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11:54 PM