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aimee. 17. pennsylvania.

"i'm not coming back. i've done something so terrible. i'm terrified to speak, but you'd expect that from me. i'm mixed up. i'll be blunt. now the rain is just washing you out of my hair and out of my mind, keeping an eye on the world, from so many thousands of feet off the ground. i'm over you now. i'm at home in the clouds, and towering over your head.

i guess i'll go home now. i guess i'll go home."