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and i wish right now that i could write pretty words.
let them down as if i had a reason.
but theres nothing in the well, everything has run dry.
day and night are becomming a lot more similar, running in the family i fall foward.
next in line.
right here. taking back a love note in search for a brighter light.
and i wish sidewalks would go on forever, so i can stare into the sunset.
stare into your eyes.
pour myself out onto gravel to hear you speak, just.
unjust.
jealousy. broken back for effort.
wishing has nothing to do with any of this.
its just about being young.. somewhat in love.
somewhat colorless.