I am crying, I am sobbing, I am the walking dead. I hate school, I hate my grandparents, I hate my past, and my present, and my future. I want it to pour. I want it to bring the lightning and I want to get hit, and ignite. I want to love. I want to love so much that it's infectious. I want to feel you in my steps, in my smile, in the beads of water
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I'm sorry you're so sad, even though I don't really know what's going on. =(
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