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To all the boys who cry who paint invisible scars whose souls burn mercilessly whose hearts and heads collided and days are as dark as a starless night who walk into a maze and wander without an aim who wrap themselves tightly with a blanket hoping to be saved from madness the world seems to contain who drown in deep fear who fly in unforgiving storm who still search for the light who believe in doubt who doubt when they are perfect whose lives are twirling tones of mistakes who run and hide amongst the thorns pain is what makes them alive who want to be loved who love but are not loved who yell and scream but only silence comes out who ar...

It is a cold, damp morning. We sit beside each other under the canopy. You are looking at your book, trying to remember the little details that seem to be important. Water drips from the drenched canopy roof, hitting your book. You look up, sigh, and rearrange yourself in a position that is now closer to me. I sit silently, watching your face, trying to not let you know about it. Even in my fear, there are too many things about you that just pull me in. You look like you are contemplating on something. I may not know what it is, but I know that I am in love with the way the light shines upon your face, soft and warm even in the gloomiest o...