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if i ever push you away , i don't really mean it . when i tell you i don't want to talk about it actuali i do , i am just looking for the right words to say . give me a minute , and if i can tell you , i will .
when i get really quiet sometimes , it is because i've too much to say i've thought of too many things to tell you all at once and i don't know wt to say first .
i get immaturely jealous of anyone who gets to see you on a daily basis . and i miss you really easily . i love the way we love some of the same things . and i love how we love entirely different things . my head is a complicated pile of thoughts , and fears , and cravings , and dreams , and this tangled up nostalgia for the past and , somehow , the future . i am flawed and i am human and i am broken and i am trying . and i am one person and i am two hands and i am on heart . and i love you .

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