i don't want the world to see me, cos i don't think they'd understand.

when everything meant to be broken, i just want you to know who i am.
iris, goo goo dolls

im sick of tired of speaking in riddles. and i don't want the world to see me, exposing myself to judgment of nonsensical nonsense.

im sick of living in the past. im going to live in the present.

for those people who, when everything was wrong, they were right... there beside me, holding me, un-judging of me, i just want you to know who i am.

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