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Does it make you uncomfortable to think about what's inside of you? All packed together, sealed, no extra space. So where am I supposed to keep all of this emotion? I learned from my dad how to keep my feelings in a shoebox under my bed I know that I need a better place for these and I know I don't have any room for them in my heart. I can tell by the way they rise up in my throat every time I see you smile when you think I'm not looking. I'm not used to love like this. Maybe you are, but I don't think about that. Actually I think about it all the time, it may as well be background noise, little soundtracks all laid over each other, all playing in my head at the same time. They love to sing little songs of my unimportance, of my inadequacy, and I spend a lot of time shushing them. I don't ask god for much mostly because I don't think I deserve it. I ask him to let me keep you. I beg him, this is all I've ever wanted, I say, if you give me one thing in my lifetime, please make it this. I'm holding this love with both hands like it's glass, like I've never held anything more precious in my life. "It's crazy to me that I have all of this inside of me... and to you it's just words"
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 8:55 PM UTC
"You Said I Could Have Anything I Wanted, But I Just Couldn't Say It Out Loud"
Does it make you uncomfortable to think about what's inside of you? All packed together, sealed, no extra space. So where am I supposed to keep all of this emotion? I learned from my dad how to keep my feelings in a shoebox under my bed I know that I need a better place for these and I know I don't have any room for them in my heart. I can tell by the way they rise up in my throat every time I see you smile when you think I'm not looking. I'm not used to love like this. Maybe you are, but I don't think about that. Actually I think about it all the time, it may as well be background noise, little soundtracks all laid over each other, all playing in my head at the same time. They love to sing little songs of my unimportance, of my inadequacy, and I spend a lot of time shushing them. I don't ask god for much mostly because I don't think I deserve it. I ask him to let me keep you. I beg him, this is all I've ever wanted, I say, if you give me one thing in my lifetime, please make it this. I'm holding this love with both hands like it's glass, like I've never held anything more precious in my life. "It's crazy to me that I have all of this inside of me... and to you it's just words"
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Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 8:55 PM UTC
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