i am a writer you are a writer
we are perfect together
i am talented
i take eccentric dance classes
i have blemishes but it's ok because i still look so much younger than my age
i don't feel like doing this
i am escaping escaping escaping
i should ...might as well...be asleep
i carry my shell around
people think it's very strange
i don't belong here
i am running down the sidewalk crying
because you pierced my eyes with yours
and told me i was in a fantasy world
he ran after me because he felt
dorry for me
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