How?
How come?
How come you?
How come you can't?
How come you can't understand?
How come?
How come you?
How come you can't?
How come you can't understand?
I have always loved the stars.
When I was little, I remember
locking myself out at night.
The starlight shone down
on the ground below,
How can someone handle all this weight? This never-ending pressure is slowly crushing me. If ever I get a chance to breathe, and stretch my spine, it ends when the weight crashes back down.
It's 8:51 pm.
I'm sitting on my bed in my PJs, listening to music, and scrolling through Pinterest.
And I'm happy.
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