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at least a broken heart is how the light gets in

i wish i wasn’t so irritable all the time

if i can’t be in your life, can i be a memory?

i thought that time was supposed to make the heart grow fonder

even listening to you is temptation in of itself

you left my call go unanswered, is this the end? i wish you’d be even infatuated as much as me, like GOOOOOOOD why can’t u not sound so so good

i fear i may have ibs and idk how to get diagnosed

all i have ever known is rage

do not go gently

what about me is so temporary?