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Sep 2014
I feel like
you are the kind of
perfectly imperfect person
I could make
my home

The kind of
warm
safe
dusty
sanctuary
I could dwell in
forever
Yeah. words just keep happening and I'm depressed and alone, so shut up.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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