i hope you remember

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the depth of
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doses of poetry, fashion, the dark side, bright lights, hiding spots, creative writing, smoke & food

I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.

—Thought Catalog  (via 36974)

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