wish wish there was a staircase to the sky made of clouds and roses wish that i could fly and my wings would carry me high wish that all the wars would end wish that cancer would get cancer and die wish that i could turn my teardrops into...
Ever have one of those days? The moment you wake up, probably annoyingly early, everything just sort of goes horribly wrong? Yeah, I know. In honor of those who are close to blowing their top or plain ole abandoning ship, I present you, “living on the edge.” ——————————— sleep...
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