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Yes, I love all the things you do for me. I appreciate them greatly. But that is not why I love you. Everything about you doesn’t always make sense. And your hair isn’t always perfect. I also think you’re a bit quirky. But there’s a light in your eyes that shines when you talk about the things you enjoy and your touch is softer than a cloud. Your grip is so firm like you never want to let me go and you don’t even realize it. And when we lay down together, you always move to one side, grab my body, and position me so I fit right into you. You lay your arms across me and caress me for no reason at all. Except because you like the way that I feel. Your touch is honest. You are honest. You are perfect. That is why I love you.
(Why I actually love you)
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Sunday morning
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maybe the little bruises and cuts that show up on your body seemingly out of nowhere are actually little injuries that happened to your soulmate and you get the same marks on your skin as them
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I feel everything. From the bath water that’s slightly too cold, to the pain in that old man’s eyes as he walks through the street and wonders how he came to be so alone. I think such small and intricate thoughts; untouched blades, so dangerously sharp. These thoughts cut the deepest and yet a part of me craves to swim in a river of red. I want to watch myself bleed in the comfort of knowing I’m not alone and nor are the hidden droplets of life that no one else has thought to look for. That’s why shallow people are often so beautifully pristine - they are thinkers of common thoughts: blunt knives that cut no deeper into their smooth skin than the hands that caress their bodies. 
Lonely are the sufferers.
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Clear your mind here
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Fuck 250 mg Promethazine, probably wasn't a good idea. The only difference is that this time there are no nurses or medical staff to send me to the ER. I'll just sit back and see where this takes me.
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