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"my back hurts"
i'm an expert complainer,
everyone has to excell at something,
and it gets me what i want,
usually.
well, that an..
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we trade 'i love yous' as presents,
lazy little gifts, soft little laughs.
smiling into miniscule black boxes,
pressed hard to our ea..
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i slept furtively,but awake to himclimbing in beside me.a kiss to my neck,and an arm around my waist,as he murmurs a good morning,and pulls me closer...
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forty minute drive,the entirety of it spent picking at scabsand gnawing on your bottom lip,not really lookingforwardto the destination,not really enjo..
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the monday after homecoming,names of seniors still scrawled uponthe sweeping front doors,dried salt clings to your cheekand you reach out a small hand..
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the ship had been sailing for close to a year nowand the lady of the ship had always been a little wary of thecaptainbecause of his past and nothing m..
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the spiky, uncut grassbarely bent beneath your feetas you trod that pathup a hillthat you hadn't dared think aboutfor ages,and had never attemptedwhil..
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if i'm alone my whole lifewill i still feel lonely?it's not like i've ever known any different.
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you are not alone in this,there are spirits by your sidewhispering raspy words of encouragement.don't look,for they'll take flightand drift awaylike t..
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six sensesbreaking into pieces,lonely and wantingto be disbelieving,as she hears and acceptlies and storieswritten by fool mouthsand bards who just pa..
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