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He feels like that moment when
you put on new glasses and
realize that the wall has a texture.
I had forgotten what it felt like to
blush all over my body. When I
was fifteen I realized that jumping
from heights clears your lungs in
a way that crying in bed never
could. He’s never made me feel
like drowning. He’s only ever felt
like the air at the top of a cliff;
he’s only ever felt like clarity.
anne, The boy who keeps me sober (via stolenwine)
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