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it's the little things that make me realize it everyday.
moments on the bus, or moments in lecture when i pause and think, and realize there's something missing.

it's the niggling little feeling in the back of your head, squirming its way into your consciousness when you least expect it, or when your line of thought suddenly gets cut in by a random ( Read more... )

it was never about you, it was him.
she was right. i felt so much more over you than with the other who should have mattered more.
he was a blank slate and you were a fuse.
even anger is an emotion.

just like hurt.
sprinkled like glitter through my veins.
bright and stinging at first, but fading with time to become a dull throb like a heartbeat, whenever ( Read more... )