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Confession 58 I realize I've gotten attached again, and

Confession 58

I realize I've gotten attached again,
and I cannot be more terrified.

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posted March 30, 2014 at 7:37pm UTC tagged with confession, relate, terrified, attached, quote

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Confession 57 I wanted to say "I love you," when he said he'd never leave me, but I knew it would be weird since he's not ready for that yet.
Confession 59 I haven't been this happy in a very long time..

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"But maybe snow is just angels flicking ashes from their cigarettes down to earth, and the days we spend home from school playing in powdered crystals will leave us coughing up smoke when we turn 16. and the light pink dress your mother used to make you wear will turn red where it hits your hips and kisses the tips of your wrists, and your mother will ask you why there’s blood on all your clothing and you’ll pretend like you haven’t been doing drugs in the bathroom at school and crying so much. and one of these days I’ll scream at you to kiss me, and you’ll do it and we’ll both burn into the ground and watch our bones melt into nothing because we are nothing,br> even though we’ve got ourselves convinced that we’re the world. but at least your lips are against mine. and you don’t always feel it at first, but when you feel it oh god you feel it. and liquor seems like a good idea until it’s not. and you’ll get better at feeling sorry for yourself and bandaging cuts. and you’ll get better at finding the stars under your skin, and learning to breathe again. and you’ll lose your f*cking mind but you’ll find it. again, and again, and again. and I’m terrified of growing up, and leaving behind chapped lips and peach tasting kisses and fireworks and headaches and eyes filled with oceans pouring down your face and flooding your mouth, but I would go anywhere with you."
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