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AgonyI haven't been able to write anything lately because i've been so stressed out. I'm worrying about school, family, friends, and a whole bunch of other stuff. I can't get my thoughts out properly onto paper when i try and write. Hopefully my thoughts clear up soon!!!
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Momentsput my arms up in the air. He pulled the shirt up over my head. It was cold. He kissed my shoulder, softly, softly. I could feel the wet on his lips and I was gone. I went to a place where I don't often go. A place that is calm and relaxed. He pulled me closer to him. He said "you look beautiful tonight". I just smiled, like I sometimes do. He pushed the string of hair out of my face. He brushed his hand against my cheek. He was gentle, always gentle. I was fragile - easily broken. He made no attempts to make me do anything I didn't want to. He was a gentlemen.Moments
I cried a little. Because everything seemed so beautiful. Every
by ~brokenwings02
open.I am open you can see all of me, all of me. my scars they show and your words twist me in places I thought were gone.open.
My eyes aren't covered so I can finally see all the things I was denying. There's no point in fighting it because life won't wait for me anymore.
My heart is yours to fill or to break apart.
I'd ask you to be careful if I thought it wouldn't be worth it.
My lips are parting so I can finally tell you the truth about all the things I have forgotten to say because I was afraid of their consequence. &nb
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What It Feels like pt. 2It’s not that I didn’t love her. I’m just getting tired of the cold. You know how they say people give off body heat? Well, she didn’t.What It Feels like pt. 2
After she walked out the door with her stuff in her hands I had a feeling I wouldn’t see her for awhile. She’d stop walking down the same streets as I did and she’d start getting her green tea somewhere else. It’s not like I blame her, I just don’t really understand. She’s different, she really is. She’ll always be the one for me, and I’ll never be able to admit
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What It Feels Like pt. 1She just stared in one direction the whole time. It didn’t even look like she was paying any attention to me at all. It almost seemed as if she was somewhere else and I think deep down she was.What It Feels Like pt. 1
I said “baby, look at me,” but she never moved in my direction. She just stared away still. I almost got the urge to grab her face to make her look into my eyes. I hated when I tried to talk to her and she wouldn’t look at me. It’s as if I was talking to myself again, like I’ve always been. I may love her, but that doesn’t mean anything anymore. &
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