There are so many ways to drag yourself through the mud.
So what if my style is stolen.
My ears are the criminals of my body.
Wouldn't it be nice if you and I existed only in a dream being dreamt by someone we mutually dislike?
Would that matter to you, if that were true?
Would it make you cry?
I've probably handwritten the word "birds" a million times, and every time I write it I dot the i with a tiny portrait of you.
Words like "Nothing" and "Everything" make it all beautiful and possessive.
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