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*I remember telling you about that ******* Louis Keys and his three stage names, and slapping each other at a party earlier bc we couldn't feel a thing, and I said something to you in the bathroom and you looked at me like you were really happy.* I remember making you curry that was too spicy, and you took me to Akron to see the 1975 and I held you tight that night and you thanked me for coming and I thought how strange it was. I don't know how to mend a broken heart, especially a heart I'm probably breaking. I just want to hold you together. I just want to not be afraid for a while longer, but I want to be awake for it. God, I want to believe in my love.
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Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 12:21 AM UTC
"Digging for the Bones of Angels."
*I remember telling you about that ******* Louis Keys and his three stage names, and slapping each other at a party earlier bc we couldn't feel a thing, and I said something to you in the bathroom and you looked at me like you were really happy.* I remember making you curry that was too spicy, and you took me to Akron to see the 1975 and I held you tight that night and you thanked me for coming and I thought how strange it was. I don't know how to mend a broken heart, especially a heart I'm probably breaking. I just want to hold you together. I just want to not be afraid for a while longer, but I want to be awake for it. God, I want to believe in my love.
austin-heath
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Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 12:21 AM UTC
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