and i can feel my fingertips slowly sliding off the edge of the the universe. the sweat trickles down my face and i can predict my inevitable descent. everyone thinks falling stars are beautiful. they "oooh" and "ahhhh" from a safe distance on the ground. while that admirable star helplessly collapses. i always wanted to be beautiful.
beauty in the breakdown.
p.s. the broken stars are the ones that shine brightest.
&& that girl, the one you think is so special. She's just another one of those average, conformed bags of blood. Honey, beauty is only skin deep. But her, the one you daily deny. The one you try to dissect like an ant and burn regularly with your magnifying glass...if you would peer inside those open wounds, you might actually see what someone real looks like.
Welcome to America.
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