i hate when i am told this.
infinite possibilities, but yet:
i thought of a thousand different sentences i could write down but nothing came close to how much i wanted you. but how can you write about someone you're not even sure wants you? i wanted to write about how you're there and i'm here and my heart shatters so easily and i'm not expecting you to pick up the piece but i just want you to give a fuck about my crumbling soul and how my hands tremble when we don't talk. i'm trying to understand, but everything is getting out of hand for me and i'm so tired of it.
-bl
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