"if i found you there, with flowers in your hair"

[rain383]

This writing has become, more and more, incoherent. These words, not as defined as they once were. And here I sit. As entangled in them as I've ever been. I don't presume to understand the purpose of these entries. But for better or worse, I need them. I need them to feel a little more. To bleed, live, and die a little more. And yet, a part

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[givemefireworks]

Reneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.