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fifteen february
four : seventeen p.m.
it's not fair.
i want to be the one you come over to see at ungodly hours. i want to stay up late trying to be quiet (but not really caring if we're not). i want to be the one leaving scratch marks on your back.
i never had the chance to, anyway.
music : as we grow
literature : magazines
fixation : my pillow; losing