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Jan 2015
slipping is a lot like drowning except you don't realize you're in water and you can't breath and maybe his face is making you forget that you're this mass in an ocean that has sheltered far too many people but when he offers his hand out to you you can't help but grab it because you don't want to drown and suddenly there's this rush of realization that you're a sinking ship and maybe nothing is strong enough to reel you back in but you just grab him with the hope that he knows what he's doing while you take a load off for a while and realize that yes, you may have needed him
the existential romanticist
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