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SOME MORNINGS I WAKE UP AND FIND MYSELF TRAPPED UNDER THE WEIGHT

SOME MORNINGS I WAKE UP AND FIND MYSELF TRAPPED UNDER THE WEIGHT OF EVERY BAD THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED
TO ME.

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PrimarilyParamore*

posted April 19, 2017 at 12:58am UTC tagged with story, advice, quote

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Format by destabilise. How fascinating it is that there are millions of people all over the world who are wide awake at 4 am missing someone. And there are millions of people sound asleep at 4 am, with no idea that they're being missed. — please come back
WE HAVE CALCIUM IN OUR BONES, IRON IN OUR VEINS, CARBON IN OUR SOULS, AND NITROGEN IN OUR BRAINS, 93 PERCENT STARDUST, WITH SOULS MADE OF FLAMES, WE'RE ALL JUST STARS THAT HAVE PEOPLE NAMES. Format © dontsellyourselfshort

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