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All I want is a boyfriend with long hair, piercings and that listens to good music. Why is it that no one living anywhere near me is like that?!

When the night is cold and you feel like no one knows what it’s like to be the only one buried in this hole, you can make it to the sunrise.

Full of despair, inside a darkness. Self conscious and scared, held prisoner of war. Running out of air, buried in a sadness. Want a way out of this paralysing world.

What god would dam a heart? What god drove us apart? Would god could make it stop, let this end?

Rest in peace Peaches. You will be missed.

I can’t believe it’s 20 years ago today. Rest in peace kurt.