Why do I waste my breath trying to cling onto the idea of you when in reality, you cling onto someone, consciously realising that you too are wasting your breath? The revelation didn’t shock me at all because I wasn’t surprised.  I shouldn’t be surprised.  I shouldn’t be ALLOWED to be surprised.  Of course, you’d have someone, your aesthetics are amazing. Look, I don’t know much about your life but all I know is that you’re a work of art.  And it’s not something you haven’t realised.  You’ve known it for quite some time, trying to paint the perfect picture of someone far from who you really are.  But that’s what we all go through, right? Wanting to become someone else, to trade lives?

But don’t you sometimes wish to be someone else‘s?


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