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[xriotofstarsx]

 I feel so blase. I want to find something I lost. I want to speak french again, and read/write poems into the wee hours of them morning. What happened to my books? I want to disappear. It's scary to write it, not just think it. I want to wear that dress, and ride in that car, and sneak into that place, and kiss that face. I can entirely her only

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[xonexhopex]

i miss you and your poetry.

remember the day we first hung out? at barnes and noble in the mall?
and then we made out in findlay park? and that creepy guy was watching us
hah i miss those days..

[xriotofstarsx]

Haha yea it was so hot outside I thought you were going to melt. I don't remember that guy staring at us, but I do remember my ex drove from where he lives an hour away to stalk me at the mall that day, and you were my hero. I promise you more poetry soon <3