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what i mean is, i want our foreheads touching, i want to say "you make me so much better," i want you shivering and vulnerable
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i was like, "hey asshole, i would die for you." and he was all, "i never asked for that." then i wrote a hundred really bad poems about it.
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i imagine you & me under the sheets as joel & clementine. you keep kissing me and telling me i'm pretty. i can't breathe or believe you.
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I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection.
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boys like him can't be described but if I were a skipping stone he would be the body of water I sink in
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Simply the fact that I write on able to hold a pen, proves, I suppose, the ability to go on living.
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look here i'm fully invested in trying to touch you without using my hands or my eyes or my words or anything that can die by fire















