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573 · Oct 2014
1:02am
XX Oct 2014
I feel like I'm the bag at the end of a rope you drag behind you to and fro, it tears and breaks but you won't let it go.
329 · Oct 2014
10:26pm
XX Oct 2014
Sometimes I go the extra mile to make him laugh.
He locks my eyes,
Shoulders hunched, he sticks one hand deep in his pocket
and flashes his pearly whites as he puts a hand to his face.
He sweeps a finger under his eye,
as if to wipe away a tear.
There are no tears,
just laughter;
and grinning from ear to ear.
208 · Oct 2014
12:39pm
XX Oct 2014
My "friend" doesn't follow me back because he's gotta watch his followers/following ratio
206 · Oct 2014
11:04pm
XX Oct 2014
I don't sing in the shower anymore.

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