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jasminn-tan
jasminn-tan
Sometimes I write. Even though I'm not really good at it.
i keep trying to write about how you and i met but i can never get it right sometimes i try too hard to describe you that i forget how you look like and yet i remember the moment we made eye contact so vividly that i still catch my breath the truth is, we weren't anything and we aren't anything we kept up with the game of ours though glancing at each other and looking away when we catch each other staring i thought that maybe it was just a coincidence or that you were looking at the girl sat behind me and oh, there were a lot of pretty girls behind me but one day we were both alone and we were walking home you smiled at me and i you, like we had an inside joke your hair was floppy and you had warm and inviting eyes with a lovely smile to match we were like parallel lines we could see each other but we couldn't cross each other's paths then you graduated and i didn't even manage to find out your name yet i'm still writing about you
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
Parallel Lines
caring isn't my first nature, nor is it my second or third it comes in handy sometimes when i am a balloon and people are trying to burst me but it works both ways because it hurts people, you see my indifference it cuts them like a hot knife slicing through butter, slicing through their exteriors and wounding their soft insides, their bones, tendons, ligaments and ribcage can't protect their hearts from my cold touch and it isn't until everything's done and over with, that i start to care everyone wants to feel loved, cared for, important and from me, they want emotions
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Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
An Afterthought
the prettiest people aren’t the nicest like that popular girl in class who pretends to like your clothes or nails or hair the nicest people aren’t the prettiest like that “geek” who helps you up when you trip and fall while everyone else laughs maybe once, you did care about what you wore or how much you ate in a day but as time passes you learn that the word “pretty” is ugly and all you want is to rid yourself of it
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Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
Pretty