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you in my dearest arm is another poets dream, another distant fantasy, for this i can do nay but weep.

pov: i dropped a penny in the river and left a piece of paper on a random bus yesterday; i’ll think of you until i find them. i’ll love only until then. without a heavy heart or regretting i’ve met you.

“the love you seek is the love they are unable to give.”

i occasionally run into Scythe; if i had known he would appear in like that, i would have kept him well hidden.

i listen to this at full volume and dance the night away while on manic high

i saw you in a dream, then it came to an end

(for my psychogenic pain) it doesn't hurt. it's all in your head, hun.

pt2. (when marnie was there) i tell myself a lie and convince myself that there is hope every day— so i can make it until the next day.

pov: it’s quarter to 7 pm, sitting in a cafe alone, watching the time pass while feeling all of my suppressed emotions all at once. can’t speak, so i’m trying to look for a song that describes this feeling. but i think i need to go.