#and i know that they have a tumblr and could see this

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I really hate good dreams sometimes, where you love me and I love you and we make sense and put in equal efforts, and get to lie next to each other night after night. Because in those dreams it feels like days or weeks or years, and it’s not perfect, but we’re happy and together. Which makes it an even more rude awakening to wake up to an empty bed and realize you were an empty she’ll in my dreams because you loved me, which the real you never could do properly. How I’m even more of a fool to have been fooled, too full of hope to see that you were full of smoke. Sometimes I really hate good dreams.

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