On days like these, when everything seems to be killing me, I have a looksy at your page just to twist the knife in my gut a little more. It's safe to say we're strangers. Fuck my stupid heart. If I could, I would rip it out of my chest and put it under my mattress. For safe keeping, of course, because I feel like everyday I get a little more jaded. A little more lost. A little more doubtful of everyone I meet. And you never asked why or when it'll ever stop. You know it won't and there is comfort in that for you... and for me. Comfort in the tears and your heart's missing beats."Let's compare scars. Mine are worse. ;)"
"P.S. I think that means you love me."
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