Overthink
I overthink
So much sometimes that the stars seem to collide with each other and the sun is smaller than my palm.
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Belonging
Teen FictionA collections of poems from the first time I fell in love. The art of falling The art of breaking The art of missing The art of coming back
Overthink
Overthink
I overthink
So much sometimes that the stars seem to collide with each other and the sun is smaller than my palm.
