every day i wake up it's monday morning. the night before a smear of malt flavored kisses and hints of salty flesh between gasping white hot breaths. insulating body heat traced with rhythmic heart beats brings urgency to interlocking fingers and grazing wayward glances. blood burning graces in cheek to cheek silences lined with forgotten promises
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there are some days that i feel absolutely beautiful. i don't mind so much looking into the mirror and examining the lines in my face extensively. i feel like i should know my body better than i do. i'm learning how to carry myself again. a change in thinking patterns has developed a closer version to the ultimate. not so confused anymore. just
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i feel like running headfirst into a wall of spikes.
it never ceases to amaze me how my friends fail me. i'm thinking about becoming a bona fide vagabond. i'm tired of being sad all the time. i've grown weary of disappointment. if i run away, i can only fail myself.
I believe in love. Not just getting it, but giving it. I think that if you're able to love someone, even if they don't know it, even if they can't love you back, then it's worth it.indeed
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