Translation.
A LANGUAGE GUIDE BOOK FOR THE BOY WITH THE BLUE EYES AND MUSIC IN HIS VEINS
How are you?
Translation: I want to know every thing you've felt. I want you to lay it on me like hearing me say those words are a relief to you, like you can finally get rid of the weight of the world.
I'm okay.
Translation: Please don't believe me.
It's nothing.
Translation: Don't let this go. Everything is everything and nothing doesn't exist.
I hate you.
Translation: I love you more than the stars, Blue Eyes. If I could, I would give you everything I have. I would gather up every living thing and dump them on your doorstep, I'd hold you close just so I could hear your heartbeats, I would sail across a million skies,
for you
for you
for you.
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