one day, I might be okay

I still feel like nothing that I was to everyone I ever met.

Ghosts with beating hearts surround my every day.
A graveyard full of stars appears when I climb up to the rooftop and pretend there could be a better tomorrow.

Do not attach your heart to that which is not written for you.

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