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i love the blue light in my bedroom. when i close my eyes i can pretend to be in all of my old homes.

ever since i promised myself not to write about you, i've been writing a lot less. i'll give you five hundred miles, and when you come home we'll count the silver parts of the sky and remember how great our nostalgia used to be.

i was too relieved to see your smile to realize how ugly your words were. if i believed your truths i would be miserable. you tell me i'm wilting in the shade when i'm happy, and i'm coming into the sun when i'm sad. i think the ugliest person is the one who refuses to believe they could be wrong. whoever said 'nobody's perfect' was stupid and lazy, and if they don't see me, i won't point myself out.

i'd rather dance in the shade then burn in the sun for your applause. you were right about one thing. i won't get the right answers here.