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words.
they're always in my head. the words you said; the ones you didn't; the ones you haven't yet.
time travel hasn't been invented yet, right?
because i want to go back, i need to.
But it feels like there's oceans
Between you & me.
i don't know, i'm rambling again.
i have this terrible habit of self-destructing & i'm terrified that i'll detonate any minute.  
there's just so much to think about, to worry about, but all i want is to curl up with you & watch a bunch of stupid movies & read a thousand books & listen to depressing songs we can waltz to & just be. with you. & that might be asking for a lot but i'm asking anyway. 
i mean it's funny because i know you don't read this & there might be a couple people who think this is for them. as if they matter. but it's not for them, it's for you.
only you.