Despite my moment of weakness (the moment that feels eternal), I try to find happiness. I find happiness in others and all I need to do is push myself. but it's so hard sometimes
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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