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More than anything else.
For all the lost words trapped between my teeth and underneath my tongue

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20110224


"There were things i wanted to tell him.   But i knew they would hurt him.      So i buried them, and let them hurt me. 
I put my hand on him.        Touching him was always so important to me. 
It was something I lived for.       I never could explain why.      Little, nothing touches.  
My fingers against his shoulder. The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus.    I couldn't explain it but i needed it.    Sometimes i imagine stitching all of our little touches together.      How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?           Why does anyone ever make love?"


- Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close



March 4th. Next friday and my fate is sealed. So many feelings that i dont know which should i feel first.


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