if good things cause pain.i woke up today, brushed my teeth and sewed my heart onto my sleeve.you told me you liked it there best. i haven’t told you that it hurts when the wind and your callous words scratch at it because beauty is pain, right? sometimes, i think that love is pain too, but you haven’t broken the skin yet so i must only kind of love you. like how you say i am kind of right some of the time and kind of wrong most of it..this morning you told me that i am the definition of ordinary, never falling into extremes but muting myself out in subtle grays and wide eyes. you said i’m not ugly but certainly not beautiful, not stupid but certa
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