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Because


If we're being honest, who knows?

Maybe because I can sometimes feel my heartbeat in my knees,

and how else do you talk about that?

Because falling in love feels like falling out of a window?

Because there are an estimated 200 sextillion stars in the universe,

and that makes me feel so small, yet so important.

Because how are you supposed to go through life without being heard?

Because I'm scared of not being known as much as I'm scared of being known.

Because it makes the hard things easier to talk about,

and it makes people want to listen.

Because it can change the world and it can change me.

Because how can you not be?

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