More dreams.
I don’t know why they’re back. I don’t want them. The world can have them.
They don’t mean anything.
Even if I so desperately want them to.
I’m still clinging to an idea.
I miss you. Stupidly, foolishly, painfully, endlessly. I don’t need the reminders every morning.
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anditslove said:
oh sweetheart, i’m so sorry.
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