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I'm playing My Chemical Romance and it's so hard not to type the lyrics to explain how I feel because every single one of my emotions is packed into this band. I want to cry. I don't want to live. But I want to live because one day i'm going to fucking get away from this city and love in the starlight and make constellations out of the creases in his skin and I'm going to fall asleep everynight in arms that hold me like they're never letting go and I fucking promise you I'm going to be happy. I'm so in love. I saw his legs and I knew that those are the legs I want to tangle mine with under quilts of giggles . I'm going to kiss him in silly places and hug him so much my arms are going to break. I'm going to laugh and make memories and I'm going to promise him forever and stand in front of him naked and give him everything he needs because he makes me feel in places I've only ever known to be numb. I'm so sad. I shouldn't be so sad. Oh my fucking god I'm making this all about me. I don't know what to write. "A page a day" what happens when I can barely type half?

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