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Sometimes the things that are unknown about me aren't the bad things.
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Blanket it all, then pull the corners to the center and tie a knot.Now fold that knotted piece a million times, Until the result is a firm package.Put..
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I have to be careful with you.I know I do.I'm sorry. I get so fed up with watching my wordsEnsnared in all the words andWords behind wordsAnd the mean..
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The ragged tear on the edge of your voice(Like the sound of a bite being ripped from an apple)Is played back in my mindAgain again again again.I want ..
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Kind of an environmental analysis.
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A Story by Jaeda
I don't really notice it. Not really, not until it's over. But when I'm happy, it's really an experience. It's not euphoric, nothing so extreme. Maybe..
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A Story by Jaeda
I sink further. I go deeper. I dip down, and the light and airy blue laps above my mouth, my shoulders, swallows my arms, greedily gorges on my stomac..
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When you're at your worst-Loneliest, craziest, most dead inside,Ripped through with worry like a shotgun blast-Love can be your crutch. But Love can a..
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A Story by Jaeda
I am so tired of always being the one who gets her hopes up. I am so sick of that. That little bird that perches on the soul that Emily Dickinson wrot..
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Just an apology I'm not allowed to say.
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