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The fault is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings
this world scares me, the inability to understand, the magnitude in which we hate.fly away fly away. i want to see the beautiful yet recognize the horrible. everything can be wonderful. those ideas that no one wants to think about, the ones no one should, haven't left for days. sometimes it feels like there is no one to talk to except that idea. turning to talk to an empty seat.
but still it is okay
But in ourselves, that we are underlings
this world scares me, the inability to understand, the magnitude in which we hate.fly away fly away. i want to see the beautiful yet recognize the horrible. everything can be wonderful. those ideas that no one wants to think about, the ones no one should, haven't left for days. sometimes it feels like there is no one to talk to except that idea. turning to talk to an empty seat.
but still it is okay