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Your words are strung all over my heart like tacky decorations at an office Christmas party. I want to take them down but I do not for fear of losing you completely. Maybe I will someday when a newer, better you walks into my life with a brighter, more colorful decor. They'll probably stay up forever though as a constant reminder of what could have been.
i pressed my finger down on the paper firmly. i thought this one would come out perfect; but it came out black and smudged like the others. i'll never be able to find the whorls and loops that are ever so gently engraved on my fingertips if my prints keep coming out like blobs of tar. i put my finger in the ink again and pressed down on the paper with more care. i lifted my finger and there it was, a perfect print. i found a double whorl.
I wish I could experience a real autumn. I would wear knit sweaters, curl up in a blanket, and drink hot chocolate every night. I've never seen the leaves change color. Not once. Someone get me out of here.
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