I hope somebody tells you how beautiful you are. One day. I'm sure someone will. I hope you believe them. You won't. I know you won't. But I hope that, it crosses your mind... once or twice... "Maybe he means it... Maybe I am..." You'll dismiss it eventually... but I hope... that you let it linger... long enough for you to enjoy it.
This house is too big for two people. This state is too big for 6451584165498651654654642 people. It's all too big for me. Even this room. The ceiling is too high. My thoughts float up, up, up, and out of my reach.
Books, books, books. Books, books, books. Books, books, books.
Got lost. Always. Lost.
kmc
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