i want my life to be paris and poetry readings
i want it to be coffee shops and forbidden love
i want my life to be travel and writing
i want it be one bedroom apartments and a dog
i want my life to be staying up all night and dancing it away
i want to be laughing at the things people say
i want it to be diffrent in some little way
and sometimes i wonder if i want my life to be lonely
because then maybe i would understand why i wasn’t ok
M.A.P
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