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woah that guy is so huge
he could flatten me like a pancake.
Hmm now i want pancakes*

Thus the tradition of Ihop began.

Me and hawk
In the dead of night
Get in his beat up old ford
And drive
To the nearest
24/7
Ihop

Sure it seems stupid
Hell it is stupid
But to me
It was everything

Because in that car
With a man
Everyone is scared of
With a man
That is so much more to me then a friend
It meant
I
Was
Safe
 May 2014 Annabel Lee
Ammy
"Trust, is really weird.


if one mistreats him, he disappears for a while.

maybe longer.

but he will come back.


it's like Trust is trying to exact revenge -
by coming back to you



and hurting you all over again. "
 May 2014 Annabel Lee
疲れた
the next time you say
"no one loves me",
remember how its like to have a fever
don't reach the glass of water your throat is thirsting for
close your eyes for a little bit
and see your body for what it is
it is a warzone
and it is fighting to keep you alive
because it loves you
it doesn't know what you are
who you are
what you have done
but with every cut you etch across your skin
as if you are trying to erase your mistake
it heals you as if it is
trying to tell you
you are worth it
you
are
worth it
even if you don't think you are
even if everyone else doesn't think you are

so if you are looking for unconditional love,
reach for that glass of water - clench your thirst
pull that blanket over yourself
sleep knowing that your body loves you, even if you don't love you
tomorrow,
everything will be okay
hold on a little bit.
 May 2014 Annabel Lee
Marlo
I'm an addict.
no matter how cliche it may sound.

His oceans eyes drift me away from my pain.
The stupid little smirk he wears,
makes my teeth gleam for everyone to see.
The deep tone of his whispering voice
rings through my head when he's not even around,
making me miss him terribly,
needing another dose to keep going.

The times I do see him,
I overdose on happiness,
and laugh like a fool.
I pool through my emotions to
focus on him.
The present rather than the past.
I use every last second we have
to share eyes and spill the words I have to say.

But sometimes,
too many words become meaningless.
So he holds me and we whisper.
Whisper three words most dear to us.
I Love You
to me, the most beautiful words spoken if true.
and when he says it, it will do.
...golly this emotion is new
. *** .
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