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They say absence makes the heart grow fonder but you’ve been gone for so long I can’t remember what it feels like to fit inside your arms anymore, and suddenly it’s four o’clock in the fucking morning and I’m rummaging through your boxes trying to find a sweater that smells like home.

A.Y  // i can still hear the sound of your laughter when i close my eyes
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