I guess I am eighteen. I don't know where I am but in the clouds, most likely. Sometimes I watch the sky and daydream. And at night when stars wink at me, butterflies in my stomach sing to me. Is this living? I don't know. Neither does my placid heart. I just swim in the deepest oceans and glide over the highest clouds. And I sometimes sing to the rhythm of the sunlight.
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Even Voldemort wouldn't hug me.
