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and sometimes on a friday night with nothing planned and the air cold on your face but barely reaching the bottom of your lungs, with that knot in your chest, and the tremor that ripples just beneath your skin, and you can feel the heat rushingto your face. of course. your body is tripping over itself and your nerves are racing to their ruin and you are so full of everything and you can feel it being drained out of you, all the same and sometimes, sometimes, just for a brief moment in between all of this, it all works itself out and you are okay and you are here, still, despite it all, despite everything really

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we were beautiful while we lasted.

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a girl is waiting to be loved, a girl is waiting to die.

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i thought i never knew homesickness but then i started to forget you

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all you know is love that hurts

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i can taste the longing in my mouth

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i long for nothing

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always always

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and i still miss you

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when will we stop

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still you

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i love you but i should stop

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kiss me

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miss me

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i swear i loved you

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exhausted

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what’s the point anymore