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I'm sick with fear, regret, and hope. I can't focus, I can't fall, I can't fathom. He's too much but I know nothing. He knows nothing and we are nothing. I've no right to feel a thing for him. Jealousy. Devotion. Anger. Love. Because he is not mine and I Am Nothing He is indescribable. A gift to earth. A wrinkled nose and a beautiful laugh A scarred hand and a blistered past. He is a miracle. The most beautiful **** miracle.
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 3:01 AM UTC
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I'm sick with fear, regret, and hope. I can't focus, I can't fall, I can't fathom. He's too much but I know nothing. He knows nothing and we are nothing. I've no right to feel a thing for him. Jealousy. Devotion. Anger. Love. Because he is not mine and I Am Nothing He is indescribable. A gift to earth. A wrinkled nose and a beautiful laugh A scarred hand and a blistered past. He is a miracle. The most beautiful **** miracle.
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 3:01 AM UTC
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