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Jul 2017
[27.05.17 20:34]

for these past months I've been swallowing my I love yous, I think I might catch stomach ache

Somedays I can't seem to understand how you can exist outside the constellation of my arms

And overnight when I feel myself falling I'm just able to hold on the knots that forms on my throat, until I'm not able to

And that's unfair

How you are someone else's sun

Someone else's star

While I just can't help but feel as if my constellation is hollow

I wonder if I'm gonna be able to ever again gaze another sunset and compare its beauty with the way you make me feel.
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