Sometimes I think that Rufus Wainwright found a way to crawl in through all the cracks and holes, crawl into me and sift through all the ugly things and find these great, beautiful things and write songs about them. I just know that he has to know me to write things that I'm supposed to listen to.
I also think that since my good friend Rufus knows me so well, he should know that his songs this late at night, after long days of alternating pain with sleep with overthinking with pain again, he should know that his songs on nights like this make me cry. He should know this.
Maybe he does. I bet he thinks it's okay for me to feel.
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It's just been a rough time recently kids, no worries. Everybody gets like this sometimes.
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