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I’m silly, blunt, and broken. My days are too dark, and sometimes my nights are too long. I often trip over my own insecurities. I require attention, long for passion, and wish to be desired. I use music to speak when words fail me, even though words are as important to me as the air I breathe. I love hard and with all that I have… and even with my faults, I am worth loving.
by Danu Grayson (via perfect)

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