I don't know why I don't fall madly in love with boys who dance with me in the rain. And I don't know why drug induced sleep is more appealing to me. I start writing things down and cross them out again. I woke up a few nights ago from some dream and wrote down "I do. I wish. I could." and then proceeded to cross it out again. I wish I knew what I
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