I don’t know how to say this, alone, its 4:37 a.m. and this apartment is a mess. I’m a mess. I’m a wreck and maybe they’ve all been right, I’m fucking up my life out here. But I’ve never felt closer to you. Never felt this angry with god before. It will be a long time coming when I can place sweaty palms together to speak to the one above me
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