When I think about him, I think about his eyes. I like the shape and the color. I see the color in everything; I could fucking live in it. He has this smile, that fucking smile. I think about him every second I can. He makes me happy. He makes me feel things again.
— z.s // excerpts from a book i'll never write // kth
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Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write
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