Chasing fireflies. Elusive dreams. This pre-life crisis is killing me. Beautiful tragedy. Who I was, wasn't me. We speak in silence, words can't break. It feels like we are falling awake in a place in a time of our own. Fell at the world. Fell from my feet. Gave up on myself. You didn't give up on me. Let myself go. You were still there like coming home, coming up for air.
You make it easier to be. Easier to be me. It's hard to believe. You make it easy.
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