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The world is so beautiful it makes my knees weak


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In the morning as we wait, for a short while by ▲ L E X on Flickr.

“i don’t remember the last time i felt like i could breathe theres a fucking hole in my chest where my lungs and heart should be i have this constant feeling that I’m bursting into flames and then the wind storms in and scatters my ashes over and over how is it possible i can feel everything and nothing at once am i dead inside or in love with the world i don’t know what to do or who i am i don’t know anything anymore all i know is i don’t have much time left and I’m fading away why doesn’t anyone notice I’m going insane I’m not okay nothing is okay everything is going wrong and i can’t breathe i can’t breathe i can’t breathe”

Jeppe Hein
He is the fire that burns for decades inside of my veins.
My acidic teardrops are poison, warming my collarbones.
Illusions of mahogany caskets are etched along my retinas,
And I’m sorry I could not be there to kiss you goodbye.

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