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I knew you were trouble when you walked in.

Sometimes I love things so much I destroy them.
I suffocate them and kill them.
Or...
I pull back so I don't scare them and they run away.

. I'm fairly certain I've been dreaming of you nightly. In them, you're about as you as I can make you in my head. Things just seem so blurry in the morning light. And I wake up hungry and empty. What is this? What does any of this even mean?

8:15 a.m. - 2012-12-23

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