My heart is like an apartment.
Some rooms are empty, some rooms hold things that are broken, some rooms have all the doors open.
Some rooms have glass all over the ground.
The only difference between my heart and an apartment is that nobody lives in there...
Not even me.
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I stare at stars and trip on sidewalks. I like love letters and sometimes I walk with my fingers crossed.
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