Simply me.
I smile and laugh at anything you say. But beneath the mask I’m wearing my tears are falling heavy and my soul is shattered in tiny pieces that can’t be glued togheter anymore.
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“We need enormous pockets, pockets big enough for our families and our friends, and even the people who aren’t on our lists, people we’ve never met but still want to protect. We need pockets for boroughs and for cities, a pocket that could hold the universe.”
—Jonathan Safran Foer - Extremely loud and incredibly close
