We walk around this world like rag dolls, with trails of cotton lining the wake of our paths, unknowingly looking for something to mend our tattered remains. Sometimes, quick fixes appear, but they often leave as swiftly as they arrive, burning another hole, only rarely smaller than the previous one.
Truth is, everybody in this world needs saving. And the challenge lies in finding that elusive someone to fix each other with. You found me. And now we can only watch as our stars collide.
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