A paper moon, hung by thread in the cardboard sky.
A paper heart, crumpled in my hand. A paper arm, that I extend. You reach for my paper arm, and it tears. A fragile paper girl, with an even more fragile, paper heart.
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July 5, 2009
Just so you know, nobody likes you because all you ever do is complain about how bad your life is. If you’d shut up about it, you might make some friends.
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