Sit down at that typewriter and write me a letter. Let the click clack of the keys do the talking for you. Tell me all the things hiding in that locked up stoic little heart, all those ghosts that want to float out of your closet.
Today was sunny and smelled like spring. It made me smile while I walked down the street, armed with red lipstick and fire hanging out of my mouth. It made me realize how much I love life, and fuck you to all of you who stand in my way.
I walk with my head high, all 5 feet and an inch off the ground that the top of it is, it's far from being in the clouds. I like it here close to earth, and there's no oblivion trying to suck me in anymore.
Today was sunny and smelled like spring. It made me smile while I walked down the street, armed with red lipstick and fire hanging out of my mouth. It made me realize how much I love life, and fuck you to all of you who stand in my way.
I walk with my head high, all 5 feet and an inch off the ground that the top of it is, it's far from being in the clouds. I like it here close to earth, and there's no oblivion trying to suck me in anymore.
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fragile21:
Happiness is probably what everyone wants. But I'm beginning to think it's overrated.
nolongerpale:
5 five and an inch, eh? What if there are too many inches seperating me from that perfect perspective?