i like odd things, unimportant things, i like twisted minds, deranged minds and gifted people. i like to cry, i like people who smile kindly, scarred people, yet courageous. i like the word "promise", it's dangerous. i like it when i am vulnerable only to him, when even though i am loveless i would love him every day, no matter that half my scars are for him. i like the past, i like to think that people are sometimes kind for no apparent reason, i like my pain, i like to get my hopes up and then watch them shatter, i like funny words, i like difficult words, i like to frown when people tell me that everything is going to be alright, i like to know that i am a minute away from everything, i like to be shy, i like the feeling when saying things i never thought i could say, i like to avoid your glances, i like to know that if you asked me to run away i would. i like talking to strangers in the train, i like when old couples hold hands, i like to be uprepaired, i like individuals who make their heartache art. i like not to like certain things, i like to give away things i cannot live without.
i like to think that if i could reconsider everything, i still would do all that i did before.
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