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An engaging night of interesting people and places.
Loud sounds breach the layers of sickness pulling the soul to move in sync.
Yet when every winds away.
Balloons pop and lights go out.
I am left alone.
Quiet, in the dark
with just the sound
of aching pouring from an unknown source.
Oh, My I still miss you. -
Things that don't really matter:
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Oh, but I do miss her fiercely
It isn't that exact moment I look back to. There were no words that were uttered in particular that encouraged a reaction. Just the opposite. Sentences structured only as an indicator of a reaction already in action. She turned, and in the moment we were suddenly headed in two separate directions ( Read more... ) -
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It's true. It is painful. I lie about that part to a lot of people. I leave it out when asked the familiar question ( Read more... ) -
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Homework
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Growing Pains
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I am tired of hearing all the voices in my head. All marinated in expected disappointment. The troubling sound of those who believed, and the confident smile of those who always knew I wouldn't make the cut. What is it? What allows me to think so much? Will there be an answer over the next few days? Will the rest of the year be plagued in misery? ( Read more... ) -
Monday
Spoke with her mother.
Feel like shit.
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Words
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