there are so many unwritten letters to you swirling in my brain. i could never write them down and if i actually managed to, i know i would never have the courage to send them.
fuck you for being hot. fuck you for existing. fuck you for ignoring me.
i am walking out in the rain and i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again and i am getting nowhere with you and i can't let it go and i can't get through
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