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you wish you loved anything the way i love my friends.



Cause we both know I’ll never be your lover.

Well I have brittle bones it seems
I bite my tongue and torch my dreams
Have a little voice to speak with
And a mind of thoughts and secrecy

(Source: jamsoftheday, via theworsthasyettocum)