We were unstoppable
Sitting on that roof smoking at 5 am
You, the girl with the messy hair and the thirsty heart.
And I, a nothing, still, you made me feel like I was worth a lot.
We were never lost.
We were dreamers.
It was our appropriate response to reality;
to go insane.
We were stronger than depression, and braver than loneliness
and I felt like nothing could ever exhaust me.
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