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[rae_knuckles]

i awoke only to find my lungs empty,
and through the night, so it seems i'm not breathing.
and now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be,
and i'm breaking down, i think i'm breaking down.

sarah, 
who was i?

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[cedarsounds]

you were mysterious. i worried about every word i said. i'd silence my phone at night when you would call sometimes because i didn't want to say something too young or immature. i thought you wanted someone who was on your "level" of thought. eventually, i regretted my change because maybe you would've kept interest in me longer if only i were myself. i'm excited for these journals so that you can finally meet me, though.

my ringtone was Such Great Heights by the postal service and every time i hear it to this day, i think of our late night phone calls. i think of my yankee pineapple scented candle (that has since been discontinued and i've forever been on a mission to find them). i think of being tired every single morning. i think of waiting for 6pm because it meant that you were finally home from school. i think of being cold. i think of our conversations about how hearts could hurt, like they were shaking from too much feeling. i think of a lot of things. maybe i'll update with some more thoughts and outlooks, if you would like that of course.