leah-macWhisper

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The Morgue: A Short Story"She's my girlfriend!" / he shouted as a boy placed his hands over her mouth and planted a fake kiss on her. His lack of sobriety allowed real rage to fill his eyes and he tackled the kissing boy. As they began to struggle against each other on the sticky hard wood floor that was probably covered by layers of party fouls, she thought, ' he called me his girlfriend. Why would he say that?' Her best friend sitting close by said it out loud / " Oh my gosh dude, he just called you his girlfriend!"

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UncertaintyI do not dream of being your uncertainty. / Fragile skin does not last without cover / And

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Catch My DreamI want you to catch my dream / I want your web to consume my mind / and you breath through me

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I Saw YoursI saw your face in everyone / Every man that walked in was my number one / Couldnt convince myself that i was wrong

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arid.I use to think of you in fast increments / Now there are pauses / Vast deserts

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Stand BehindEverybody's looking for the next in line to love / pass through the arms of the one before / not even a glance back at what was

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Sea Monsters.What does it mean to be engulfed. / To feel and hear the swelling of the ocean around you. / A deep blue abyss filling your lungs.

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Time BombIs it always a time bomb? / A constant countdown / To the inevitable

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Fear of Our UnknownI fear that one day you'll lock eyes with someone else / That you'll take away my daydreams without a thought or care / That you'll leave me in loneliness, and bits of despair

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April 19th 2Breathing nothing but ice / gasping for air but surrounded by cold / you take it with you everywhere

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