I just want to cradle you in my arms, in all your brokenness.
Just love you for everything they hate you for.
We can drown in our misery together;
talk about Hell and our plans when we get there.
I’m so filled with n o t h i n g
                   and so are you.
My dear who are you?
I certainly don’t know.
I don’t know who I am.
I don’t know anything.
But that’s okay; neither do you.
                                                 That’s why I love you.
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