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All skin

Is made up of the same cells,

All eyes

Reflect the same stars,

All lips

Dance around the same meaning,

And even if they don’t work,

All hearts

Are connected by the same strings;

Home is where you dream. Where your ideas come to life. A rhythm of thoughts making themselves known, untangled. 

I don’t know.

I’m sorry.

I don’t know if I can do this.

I’m sorry. 

I don’t know if I can do this for much longer.

I’m sorry.

I don’t know if I can do this for much longer and I’ve been getting tired.

We made a bet when we were sixteen.

Actually, you were fifteen.

I knew I’d lose. I did it so you would continue to speak to me. I liked seeing you care about something healthy.

Is that okay to say?