perhaps one day i'll create something worthwhile, that someone will appreciate, like you did. maybe one day i'll be someone great, or at least better than i am right now, like you are- and i want you to know that you saved me. and my habit of avoiding those things i want the most is killing me, only there because i'm afraid of taking some sort of chance to be happy. i suppose all of this has been my fault, because i'm tired of searching for some sort of happiness and something to get excited for. just pretend with me for a moment, let everything be alright.

apr�s - vers l'avant

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