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i miss the videos on my laptop of us and the copious amounts of marijuana. i miss her mum. i miss the way i could eat food at all hours of the day without feeling simply, like i have cancer. i miss the ignorance and the naivety. i miss the nights at that house snorting lines and breaking furniture with no sentimental value. i miss staring at your ceiling, high as the stars, talking about all of the beautiful things pulsating into our endless minds.
i miss when i only day dreamed of touching you. i miss the people who took away those rotting thoughts of self-loathing and a repulsive fear of going back home. i miss the purple feeling of kissing girls and boys who will never dream of me. i miss the people who died, the people who stopped, the people who hurt me and the ones i just had to hurt back. i miss everything and the world is fucking weird now. i hope change is good but i’m scared because i’ll never know.