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I used to despise that joke my mother would make but there’s always a little truth in every joke..and our love was the biggest joke of them all...
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Tonight, it eats at me.
I’m a secret entry in your diary.
A passage you reveal over time but so slowly that no one will notice.
It’s ha..
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You’re like a dog, she’s right in that. Loyal and determined, protective, and sweet, able to warm the coldest of beds at night and you do ..
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There is nothing sweeter in this world then the taste of him on her tongue.
The long nights shrouded in nothing but darkness where hours were spent ..
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It’s the 1950s
The sun is rising, the milkman already made rounds and A short, tan woman in a pale dress stands in the kitchen, serving breakfa..
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distract me please, im begging
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An irregular heartbeat
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just a monologue written at 3 am
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We could’ve slow danced in the kitchen at 2am, but now I want to pursue dreams by myself.
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While Listening to passenger by death cab for cutie I took a look into a world parallel to ours. So I’m sorry for errors in the writing, my visi..
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