Once, I was loved, supremely with every fiber of someone's being. They just never knew how to tell me.
I am a flower of awesomeness in a vacant lot of mediocrity.
I never really cared about other peoples opinions about me. I guess the most irritating thing about my personality is the fact that I can be so indifferent to others. I'm trying to change that. I've realized that maybe I SHOULD care about what other people think of me... sometimes.
I'm helplessly clumsy. I fall and trip on flat surfaces for no reason at all.
A dreamer in search of some perfect world I know I'll never find
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