You were not my Batman. You were trying hard to be one but you were not. But it's all good now. Cause I know you're just an ordinary person with a Batman mask on. But honey, it still doesn't make you a superhero.
I see rainbows, speak glitter and clap butterflies. I draw my own clouds, paint my skies purple and make it rain jellybeans. You could say that I'm weird but I'm just a dreamer that likes everything to be filled with a bit of randomness and all of that.
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