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Dear Conor,
I want to tell you what your music means to me, but I don’t know how. So instead, let me tell you a story….
When I was sixteen, I lived in a New Jersey town divided neatly into picket fence squares and dotted at even intervals with quiet houses with shut doors. In the morning, like a…
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bring this back.
beautiful, though.
sentiment. amyandronicus:
i feel so much like you.
similar yet unrelated ode recently…instead just listened...an hour straight…dammit...