shrunk;

July 21, 2011
I throw the stardust into the ocean and press my hands to my lips and think that it’s such a small, small world, and I don’t believe there is any room for me after all.
So I’ll cross my fingers and stare off into the horizon, because maybe then, I’ll see a new home for me, somewhere I’ll actually belong.





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