kayleigh-emma-morganWhisper

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Always going to miss youI miss you. / I miss you in my house. I miss the interaction you had with my parents and I miss how much you love them. I miss you wearing my clothes and the smell of you lingering on them for days, I'd bury my head in the neck of my jackets and hug myself, just to breathe you in. / I miss your wicked sense of humour and your appauling timing. I miss the complete hatred but utter respect for my friends. I admired you so much for looking past the obvious reasons to be hostile towards them and seeing them for who they really were; People who cared about me. and to you that was enough. No one has ever shown that much foresight as far as I am concerned.
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Apr 20, 2010
A superior and pretentious title for nothing at all.I / can / draw
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Jul 11, 2010
But in the morning...The nights were dark and torturous, / You cried in every grind and ****** / As I held guard and closed my doors,
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Apr 22, 2010
CoatAging face with boyish charm, / broad shoulders to care-free arms, / manly nave to dancers hip,
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Aug 15, 2010
Cow PajamasYour cow pajamas make me smile. / Their pink, covered in little bubbly bovines, and they smell like you. / As much as I love them for their adorable nature, they would be so much better if you were actually wearing them.
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Sep 16, 2013
DeadlineIt's like skipping to the end of the book. / you know the outcome, but miss the fun of reaching the end naturally. / that's how it feels.
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Sep 8, 2010
Distracted StateAlcohol, disappointments and tainted heart to hearts, / everyone is there most beautiful, when dying in your arms, / They show you everything in them that you never got to know,
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Apr 20, 2010
DrownDefeatist dread / sits in the pit of my stomach. / I'm weighed down,
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Jul 31, 2010
Everywhere To MeIn this world, they seem to adore you, / Their eyes are bug eyed and blessed. / Regardless of what I've felt from you,
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Aug 15, 2010
FurySomething snapped. / the last straw, perhaps. / it all became too much, the pressure builded until the force of it pushed against my conscience and called my fury into action.
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Jul 15, 2010
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