I'm sorry, but I am sick and tired of picking up all the stars that fall from your eyes. You've dropped so many that your eyes don't sparkle like they used to.
Occasionsally I'll walk around town looking for them. I have them all collected in my room. They sit in a cardboard box labled "Reasons to leave." The box is to the point where it can no
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Did you write that or is it like a song or something?
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