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If home is where the heart is then so help me god, I’m going to need a map and a fast car cause I think my heart fell out my chest at a gas station at midnight or in my hometown park, possibly above the clocktower on New Years eve and almost certainly one of the countless nights when I danced with fairies and ghosts. I promise the music will be incredible and i won't stop driving unless I'm beside the ocean. I won't start crying unless the sun is rising. the waves and the sky break every day with no apologies or shame. I will finally realize why broken hearts are the most beautiful of them all. - I'm going home
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Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
Love how you never loved me III
If home is where the heart is then so help me god, I’m going to need a map and a fast car cause I think my heart fell out my chest at a gas station at midnight or in my hometown park, possibly above the clocktower on New Years eve and almost certainly one of the countless nights when I danced with fairies and ghosts. I promise the music will be incredible and i won't stop driving unless I'm beside the ocean. I won't start crying unless the sun is rising. the waves and the sky break every day with no apologies or shame. I will finally realize why broken hearts are the most beautiful of them all. - I'm going home
kirstin
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Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
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