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[thisfiercelove]

At night I dream of butterflies in my stomach and having my flesh ripped apart by zombies. I wake up at four in the morning and can't sleep again for hours after. I see people on the streets that remind me... and I bite my bottom lip hard so I don't cry

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[i_crueladeville]

If you ever buy that rusty old volkswagon, let me know. Because rusty old volkswagon adventures are the stuff that life is made of. :)