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Irememberonce,weweresittingthere;youhadtea,Ihadcoffee.AndIspokeforagesabouthowIlovedthebittertasteofmycoffee,andIwatchedasyournosescrunchedintoabunch...
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I'm not really sure what this is about. Lonliness and drinking, probably
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I just really wanted a cup of tea
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About a girl and stuff
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I just don't like people. I like possessions because they can't talk. Understandable?
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Itellmyselfeverytimethatit'sabadidea;theworstidea.AndifIdoit,there'snocomingback.Notliterally,ofcourse.I'llcomeback;I'llwalkbackthroughthosedoors,limp..
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It's about a seriously disturbed girl who's sadness then forces her to stop talk. She becomes mute which draws the attention of the boy protagonist.
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We'dsitthereforhoursonmyapartmentfloor,pilesofdirtyclothesaroundusandascatterofplastic,jarsandunfinishedbooks.Youwouldfocusonthefloor,youreyesfollowin..
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Literally just four pages describing things I love.
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PollyIknewthisgirlonce;Imetherinapsychward.Sheworehersleeveswayoverherhands,andoccasionallyshe’dletmeseethescarsuponherthighs.Herdressesdidn&rsq..
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