Cursed is the boy who didn't give up on the world when he first realized it would stop spinning. They gave up betting on me when they realized they weren't winning anyway. I have eyelashes longer than how far their faith lasted.
Speeding tickets down memory lane. Break free not hearts.
The great unknown clutching a map, a compass, and the feeling of direction in the wind. In love with the way that the air tastes a little more fresh when it's on the tip of my tongue. Behind my teeth I'm hiding the sound of applause fading into laughter.
Days have been adding up more like negative scores than X's on a calendar. Rolling my eyes instead of the dice. My DNA only spells out her name in a secret code anyway.
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