Don't stop doing what makes you happy, your scars shine brighter than the stars in your eyes. Lies take from you when you have nothing to give, smile a little this month. Please.
I like things. I like a lot of that stuff. Like that thing between sleep and awake, and the color of water, and the sun and moon, and the stars and sky.
And I especially like you. And your mistakes. And your eyes. And your laugh.
And I like to think its only real to me.
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