A book lover who reads by flashlight and dreams of living in a cottage by the sea,
and running a bookstore with tinted windows and plants spilling down shelves,
and mismatched mugs in the hands of happy or sad people finding peace among book pages.
A book lover who reads by flashlight and dreams of living in a cottage by the sea,
and running a bookstore with tinted windows and plants spilling down shelves,
and mismatched mugs in the hands of happy or sad people finding peace among book pages.
I’m afraid that I’ll lose my friends,
And I don’t mean that in a literal way,
More like my voice fades into the background,
My best friend no longer calls me bestie.
I’m afraid I’m not interesting anymore,
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