you can be so small. small enough to know that hands can be too much for you to hold. don't tell me where you're going. i imagine you are breaking windows somewhere. you are throwing yourself into them and how is it that you can cut yourself and keep laughing?
it looks like i'm afraid and there is no room in the back of your car so i will just do nothing while the smoke that comes out of the sky dances all over me.
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