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the smell of his neck,
the pen in my pocket,
the squeak of the dry erase board,
the way a book feels all broken in,
PUT ON the stove it will heat and bubble until the tea is ready. Soothing and known, the kettle has been the source of warmth on many a cold night - peppermint and happy memories.
mend fences. build them. all to be a good neighbor. what if I want to live alone? what if i dont feel neighborly? and the mending, who is supposed to be responsible?
they say life is a gift. sometimes i wish there were exchanges or returns. I know I'd do an exchange. I'd go back and get jp morgans life or a rockfellers or at least store credit. Maybe even a cash refund and save up and wait until I saw something I really wanted like an upgrade...
they say life is a gift. sometimes i wish there were exchanges or returns. I know I'd do an exchange. I'd go back and get jp morgans life or a rockfellers or at least store credit...
i broke the vase because i could. the memories were just that. she would be upset. but i didn't care. dont throw things in the house oops. one of a kind you say? thats what they told you huh? try macys...
without you I feel empty and broken. I miss you desprately, I know i shouldn't. but I but I do
I am driven, I know what I want. I just don't know how to get there. If only i could drive to my goal...to be driven
Magic and child's play. Harry potter and halloween. Oh the dreams we once had and are no longer allowed..sadness fills me...a bit of melancholy...
fall colors, my brother's college, cool guys streaming past that I could never hope to even look at me. I stand on the tips of my toes...
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