to your broken lampshade ways! and to your infinite dependency. "so far this is perfect. i confess that this transition has worried me, but i believe that i am adjusting." the mirror spoke too soon.
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a bottle of shelter. soullessly serene. hiding in your confidence. pushing me away. indifferent and over-impulsive. how did you get this far (locked in your piano box)? sleep. hi my name is frailty. and it is nice to meet you selfishness. please stop by any time.
cobweb and the boxes you kept adrian in. tell her it's okay. this is just a dream and you will be awake when the time is right. let's pretend that everything is perfect for five minutes (i'm sure it's not that hard). build a smile from pocket rhymes. we can put it on display down in the shop on the corner for all to see. the end only comes when the feeling is mutual, right? so what happened here -- you tell me that. your promises are now a paperweight for all of your old letters.
orange sky feels so beautiful but within ten minutes the whole sky is grey. what are we supposed to do? good morning, (and exit dream sequence.)