If the sun ever forgets to rise and tell you that you're beautiful.
That you're loved.
I'll whisper it in the wind so that it never leaves your ears.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
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Don't judge me for the things I say, for I am no better than you. I live my life and I'm trying to figure it all out through words and songs and dances.
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