I'll be on a plane. Forcing a strong front. Thinking of things that'll make me laugh. Or even just a smile. I was born this way or rather made this way. A sad and emotional being. A weakling. But I don't care. 'Cause I'll be cying soon. And I'm gonna hide it from the rest of the world.
A week of starless sky... just when I need them the most...
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