i awaken to find a boy: pale, frail and petrified.
which birthday is it now?
i guess... i¥ve grown up too fast.
i already have to go. it¥s time to move.
i will leave some breadcrumbs in my place.
it¥s an odd story, right? it disappears with the passing breeze.
my heart has shrivelled up completely.
i can see a village down a tiny, lonely lane.
the lights have blurred, now flickering through the mist.
i have no intention looking back.
outrageous behaviour with my friends:
if i apologise, will it help?
i hate your phony tears
i can see a village down a tiny, lonely lane.
my heart has shrivelled up completely.

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