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i’m a twenty-four year old barely passing adult and i still have no idea what i’m doing.

odairannies:

I don’t I don’t know how to do this without you. I learned a secret. There’s no without. I am not gone. I’m scattered into so many pieces, sprinkled on your life like new snow. Forgiveness is warm. Like a tear on a cheek. Think of that and of me when you stand in the rain. I loved you completely. And you loved me the same. That’s all. The rest is confetti.

Monday
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