whoever's listening//a.i.

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␛ two:twenty-eight pm

dear ashton, 

i miss you. you think i'm insane. calum has told me. he said that you think i need my space. i really don't. i need you. i need your touch, your words, and your laugh. i need the way your face lights up when you play music or when you hear me sing. i need that, ash. i begging you to help outlast the ignorance. 

haley.