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fallingthroughclouds

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since April 2015
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Translation.

April 7, 2015

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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