crimes

[miasosublime]

I could name them all, write them down, keep the paper in my pocket as a somber reminder of the loves I failed to face. When I was fourteen, and my affection still clumsy, I'd walk that line between What We Are and What We Could Be with the kind of fearlessness only ignorance could trigger. There were impulses, yes. Always. But I let them wash

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[burningpumpkins]

lovely