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I would break the law once a week to feel your touch. -
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I huddled in my window seat next to a priest as tears rolled down my scrunched up face ( Read more... ) -
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I think I just fell in love. -
Weekenders
the songs don't apply quite yet. Will they ever?
Chris was right, just not about his part
two weeks on tuesday
my plan is that it is up in the air
will I be able to sleep?, will I want to?
pills, pills, pills
I will play an adult
I want to cry and I don't know why
I'm starting to realize I may just play both parts in all my fantasies
He is not me... is ( Read more... ) -
since then
6 HOURS A DAY : every year I feel it happen, I feel my self get broken, and it repulses me. This year took the least amount of time to get use to it. They like me. Well its not actually like, I think its more fascination. With some its like explaining a college math problem to a first grader in a matter of fact tone. I'm still morning the loss ( Read more... ) -
GoodByes
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sleeping dogs
I don't answer my phone. I don't keep it with me. I only sometimes get back to people who have called ( Read more... ) -
I eat to much
Saturday = street lights with a blur, scrunched up face, anger, false perceptions, miss behaving, having a mint when you want a steak ( Read more... ) -
Some Rocks, mostly pebbles
I am getting closer I can tell. It seems more real now. I keep forming these ti-bits on people who If I had been looking on, I would never write it like that. But than again, I would. I can see my trail of thinking. Its clear makes enough sense to me. I'm the one who went down it, step by half taken/half abandoned step. But to put it into words. ( Read more... )