April 25th;

It just makes me sad. Because somewhere along the way all that magic decided to fade. I’m a little bit clumsy, and a little bit sad. And I’m sorry because I didn’t know what to do. You made me so happy and it was something I couldn’t stand. You have a smell I’ve grown to call my own. You gave me a shirt of yours. Sometimes when you smile it reminds me of the little things, like the ending of ‘Pretty Girls Make Graves’ or when you couldn’t stand to look at me. I’d tattoo these words on your skin if I could make any sense of them.

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