Do I have to show up at her door to get her to speak to me?

Someone please make my nightmares stop.

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Even though this is my outlet, my life and my voice.

You are so much more.

Sayonara.

I woke up of my own accord at seven a.m. this morning, the cool air of dawn flowing its way through the cracked balcony doors. When I moved to sit up, the sweet chill hit my skin, only to punctuate the warmth of the body that lay next to me, dreaming ( Read more... )

I'm just not seeing why.

Why must I do this the way you think I must?

I hold my memories and page them away my own way.

Why can't I 'heal' the way I want to?

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Happy birthday to me.

That will teach me to fall asleep with my glasses on. I guess ( Read more... )