if i were to die tonight, i wonder what color your tears would be. if i were to die tonight, what flowers would you pick to remember me? if i were to die tonight, i wonder how you'd remember me. you told me, once,
Some feelings are too large to put words to. They tug and they tear and they pull and they rip at your insides until your existence can be summed up in that one feeling. But you still can't force the words from your cardboard lips.
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