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━ Sometimes I pretend that we’re together. When it’s 2 am and I’m falling apart and the entire world seems to be against me and I am in desperate need of comfort, I pretend that you’re with me and I imagine you taking my hand in yours and assuring me that it’ll be okay. When everything gets too much you pull me back to earth. You never knew and you never will; but you’re my anchor.