right as rain

the city called me so i came
it isn’t mine to question what it said
i sleep until the point when i’m awake
i walk until there’s nothing left to trek
~ Tuesday, July 26 ~
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Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight.
— The Perks of Being a Wallflower
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