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Dear Severin, It was probably Febuary 1st when I went out for a walk. If you'll think back, I had just moved. I hated that living room..

hook a bloody finger into my belt loop and tell me i won't ever fade out of style. you know i only love you because you make the photographs burn..

The truth about finding out what you were afraid to know.

because of who i am, i sort of get this way. where my head wraps around one f*****g thing and i sprout so many conclusions and assumptions. Nothin..

something e u r t (backwards)

you tell me.

The title gives away the ending.

It's like listening to Light Pollution...but there isn't anything to not be worried about.

Nothing new. just sawing my bones in two. takes twice the effort and half the heart. tell me thatyou love me in this cage. with teeth and deca..