And yet, I've strangely been attracted to John Green's novels. Those soppy, incredibly cliched teenage love and drama stories. Despite the content, I have to admit Green really has a magical way with words. Even the the simplest things, sometimes almost common sense, can be crafted into tragically beautiful art forms that shoot feels straight into the heart.
But only because they ring so true
Maybe I'm being a little too dramatic and emotional and teenager-y, but then again:
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