We'll die alone, with broken collarbones and bleeding hands, twisting us into an even more disfigured wincing mess than we were the week before. But fuck it. We take it one breath at a time. Sam screamed it best every night: "Moments will make us." So let's take the ride
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not like, i love everything you write.
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