• It'd be nice, to stop these awkward silences. It'd be nice, if I didn't get nervous, telling you I love you, when it's bedtime; not knowing whether you're in the mood to say it back. And I'm sick of staying up for hours, thinking of you. And I'm tired of all the fighting. I'm tired of you. Though that thought just doesn't seem real. I just want things to be okay. And I'll keep a firm grasp on the thought of everything turning out to be just fine. You were like a Neverland to me.

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