I so need to get high now. I hate this feeling of despair and desolation. My head is empty and light. It strikes me. I want you here, so much more than before. ):
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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