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Have you lost the thrill to hurt me?
Are my tears that less appealing, in this lighting?
When I’m burning at your last words
With my fears ..
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Wrote these songs to play on my guitar
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Second in the series
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I felt cold. Not just cold on my skin and face, but cold on my bones, in my blood. Like I was freezing over into a block of ice.
I was dying.
Had ..
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The second I opened my eyes, I wanted him. As I screamed and frantically kicked at the bed sheets suppressing my sweating body down, I thought of only..
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Dinner was fairly painful. Hardly anyone was talking through the entire duration of the meal, besides Mariellen and Isaac with their usual flirty bant..
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We didn’t waste time trying to get back into the swing of the things upon arriving home. Aunt Kat told me I needed to get a job, and Mariellen, ..
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It had taken me a good few weeks, but I was finally getting used to working at Potter’s Playground with Theresa, my boss, Sharon, and several ot..
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Well, I thought maybe this whole situation would put an ugly strain on me and Theresa’s relationship, seeing as we both were out of jobs for a f..
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Isaac and I left and wasted no time in booking home, where we ended up sitting on my front porch for a while, chatting dully about things. I could see..
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