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For every night you sit alone. For all the days you stare through. For all the sad songs. All the busted beats on cackling speakers. This is yours.
- I've come back to say that I really love this one a lot and I copied it onto my phone and I read it at school sometimes and I want it painted on my bedroom wall and it just doesn't make sense to me but it's so beautiful and I just don't know what's going on with me right now
:'/ I'm so creepy.
That has got to be the most flattering thing anyone has ever said to me. Creepy isn't creepy coming from you. Do you want to chat? I sent you an email.