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Save me. I'm drowning in my own thoughts.Maybe it's your fault for taking all I've got.Look up above. Tell me, what do you see?I see a sea of opportun..
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I was never in love with the stars
because they reminded me of where
you are.
The mocking birds miss your voice.
It was always the most soo..
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I'm slipping through your hands, hanging to the edge by a sliver.
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I'm feeling a little homesick.
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Thunderstorms are equivalent to the exiled teenager. It’s
dangerous, wrong, and beautiful. Everyone either hates it or wants to become
it. Peo..
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Writing catalyzes insomnia.
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A Chapter by Aekmy
We were lying in
the park, holding hands, enjoying our last Saturday together, when she asked
the oddest question.
“How sweet would a zombi..
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A Chapter by Aekmy
I
tapped on Blake’s open door, peering in. Her room was dark and she was hunched
over something on her desk.
“Hey, babe.” I
sl..
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A Chapter by Aekmy
“Dude, you can’t let that guy walk
off with your girl.” Chase informed me.
“No s**t, Sherlock,” I retorted.
&ldqu..
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A Chapter by Aekmy
“My backyard is a sea of buttercup
flowers. You have to come lay in them with me.” Blake whispered into the
handheld. She sounded pumped..
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