(Sometimes) I think being me is better than being you could ever be.
Goodnight moon.
Goodnight stars.
Goodnight you.
Goodnight me.
I wasn't joking when I said your smile makes me smile.
In fact, it may be the only thing that does anymore.
I honestly think you and him need each other.
Maybe almost as much as I need both of you.
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all. The morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see at all. Even if I could, it'll all be gray. I put your picture on my wall. It reminds me that it's not so bad. It's not so bad.
Just remember, this smile is for you
and all the other car crash kids I've fallen in love with.
Forever.
And ever.
I'm going to sleep, finally.
Xo.
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