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Proof that we did it. That we went through it. That we learned something. That our hearts were broken. That we were loved. That we weren’t loved enough.

Kayla Chobotiuk

Our hearts beat so loud 
the neighbours think we’re fucking
 when I’m just trying to find the nerve to touch your face.
 You don’t ask God how long this will last.
 I don’t care about any of the words on the map besides: 
You are here.

Andrea Gibson