I woke up this morning and there was a great sadness, my chest was tight, it felt as if would burst. A strangely familiar taste graced my lips, I ran my tongue over them slowly. I can almost smell him again, and in flashes I see pale skin and black hair. The eyes are what stand out though, they seemed to peek into my soul and grasp hold of it. Who
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El ate Portia is where you can find me.
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There's an echo of Plath in what you wrote, it kind of remembers me of the poem where she says, "I think I made you up in my head." Beautiful.
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By the way, dear. You are logging IP's. You can go here to turn that off. It makes some people panic.
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