was christmas eve.
you...literally held my hand. you kissed me and said my name and told me i was the best and that i smelled good and that you didn't want me to leave.
you kissed me.
you kissed me.
you kissed me.
and i would be willing to stake all the money i have on the fact that you aren't going to remember it this morning.
3. how emo can i be.
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