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My love, he's not with me now
My soul, he waits for me at home
My boy, he's resting on my pillow
He's always in my bed
He's where my eyes have s..
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In the wake of booze-fueled destruction
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You meet, you fall in something that is almost love and you find yourself staying awake at night trying to convince yourself that it is. But you're th..
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It really only takes one moment for a decision to be made. One push. One sudden realization that you can no longer bear being who you are when you're ..
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He betrayed her that night, for 7 hours straight... With nothing more than words, exchanged over Facebook, with me. It wasn't dirty, it wasn't about s..
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I had a dream about a painting, it was mesmerizing, and I couldn't get myself to even try to replicate it for fear of ruining the only perfect thing m..
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Something Hank Moodyesque
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Rage, adrenaline rush, and all that jazz you feel when you can't wait to fall out of love
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Midnight musings about The Biblicals
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About us, the young, the crazies, the reckless, the lovers
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