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Boys don’t make pretty girls,and unfortunately, for me,I’m the straight-shooteroften mistaken for the butch;the muff-muncher.
Guys don&rs..
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We spent our days chatting about many things. Kessler never
failed to surprise me, always keeping me on my toes, anticipating his
next reply. You ..
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Kessler was fated to save my brittle life, he just didn’t know it at
the time. And like every romantic tragedy there was a nasty twist to
th..
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Brilliance seeps through the cracks between your teeth each time you begin to speak. Every thought, every desire, every belief, they blow my mind. You..
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Troubled blue eyes search for reason in the faces of strangers and friends.You fear humanity has been lost through the years in which we have become d..
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Observations split apart like cells divided when I heard him utter such asinine ideals. He was once a man of wisdom until I flourished like a blossom ..
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The dying breath of our love rested in the mist beneath the willow trees as the night shed stars like tears and cried out with the resentment of our s..
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You have gained and lost, but managed to pull through.
That counts for something.
You have trusted and untrusted, but now you trust only me.
That m..
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We started running circles as we had done in the years before the green and hazel met. In the moments of our crisis we prayed silently to a god that n..
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You promised me the skyline amongst other things that you could never give. But the path stopped short at your booted feet when the years became a gre..
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