Bored. Asleep. Stir, shake, repeat?
And sometimes I wonder if these summer days that I've deemed boring aren't boring but just in limbo. Just waiting for a moment to make them come alive.
I'm terrible at finding those moments, I think.
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Where those dreams go.
Make yourself (BELIEVE).
I know it hurts. But it's life, and it's real. And sometimes it fucking hurts, but it's life, and it's pretty much all we got.
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