Life, Sky, Danger

Oh, it's like I'm trying to please a lover, pleasing you. But I can't do it. I try and I try and I fail. When will I ever be able to do it? When will I ever be able to control myself enough for you? You're all I think about, all I talk about, all I dream about, and I promise, I promise that I am going to make things better. It's sad. I'm writing to an idea.

"...But you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love..." (V for Vendetta)



Oh, you were the best idea I ever had, and I'll die for you if I have to. I'd love to die for you. It seems like the best way to go.




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Not really.

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I want to move away and meet people and dance with them and paint the sky. I love you, I love you, I LOVE you.

The end.