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He holds the entire world in his heart. I wish I could hold him in my arms.
That no matter how hard we try, how long I dream of us staying together, we are a broken record that continues to skip, repeating the same song that is no longer beautiful.
She is only a star within my entire galaxy, but you looked at her and thought she was the sun.
The monsters don’t live in my closet or under my bed. They are the collection of thoughts inside my head.