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You. You're missed. Every ounce of you, every day. I hate hearing your voice, having conversations, when I want you to have them with me. I miss your basement, your hair, your smell. I miss watching movies with you.
I hope you miss me.
I know you do.
Stop pretending like you don't care. You're pathetic.
Sudden, kind of like this word on the page, popping up randomly and having to thin of something to say. Kind of like a random thunderstorm in the middle of a soccer game or during an intimate moment. It's 11:11 right now, suddenly, make a wish.
Water, fire, wind, earth.
?
I miss you. Dhxhdbskbdudh elements a company. It's an ok company. Cooper, stop fucking barking.
With a re- in front, it's release. Release the pain.
Lease the apartment
Release the prisoners
Lease the boat
Release me
In every single oneword entry I submit, I think of you.
She was forgotten. By the one person who she thought would never. Ever. He knew she had been hurt before, and all those lies, all those promises he made without thinking. And then he left, so close yet so far. He left, and she hurt.
Feeling secure is the only thing that keeps people sane. It wraps them up, it holds them down.