“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
she speaks and breaks your intellect... and she's allowed to change her mind. oh just you try to stop her
...Why don’t you like me, why don’t you like me without making me try?...
I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky, I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like.
Gotta be green, gotta be mean, gotta be everything more..
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