after a long treacherous day in the sun i met a wizard artist that spoke to me about life, love, and friendships. i asked if he would move in and get bunk beds with me and he agreed on the condition that he gets the top bunk. i of course obliged.
hold your head high, little darling. you'll make it home again. to a place you once knew long ago, a time to pretend. you'd rather look back than forward to what you used to know. but i wouldn't blame you for it cuz the heaviness only grows.
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