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guts and everythings
*12.06.07* @ *12:19 a.m.*
i miss my eighteen-year-old self's ability to perfectly articulate my frustrations and devastations.
now, at twenty-three, i'm left with the inability to formulate thoughts that properly capture my exact feelings.
i now rely on songs that make me want to rip my guts out and leave them on your doorstep
because really
that's how much i love you.