When you find yourself tipped over by the gusts of life when you fall to the floor and shatter there are those who will walk around your pieces lest they cut themselves
The ones to whom you must hold on forever... the ones who glued you back together.
She was beautiful but not like those girls in the magazines she was beautiful for the way she thought she was beautiful for that sparkle in her eyes
The tired sunsets and tired people it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all
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