He gave me a single sunflower stalk while we were standing in the streets downtown. Under the brillance of the sun, I was captivated by the sunshine beauty of the sunflower.

He is my rock because I know he'll always be there but so many times, he pushes me away with his nonchalance.

Another boy, he tells me how lovely I look dressed in all white holding my flower. This boy whispers the sweestest things in my ear and sings to me songs that make me melt.

But really, we're all players in this game they call love.

I'm not anybody's sunshine or princess or darling or baby. I'm just a crazy girl killing herself with 25 cancer sticks a day and trying to figure out the meaning of life.

breathe // dream

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