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i make my bed four times a year because when the blankets are on correctly it's not easily accessible to wear as a cape. and i sometimes wish that i could get out of my own ****** head and open up enough to love someone else for once. i sometimes spray more perfume on my pajamas than my dresses it's not aromatherapy but sometimes i calm down. sometimes i manage to forget about these disturbing thoughts just reverberating through my mind. and sometimes i just fall apart but sometimes i pull myself together. today is the sum of those times.
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
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i make my bed four times a year because when the blankets are on correctly it's not easily accessible to wear as a cape. and i sometimes wish that i could get out of my own ****** head and open up enough to love someone else for once. i sometimes spray more perfume on my pajamas than my dresses it's not aromatherapy but sometimes i calm down. sometimes i manage to forget about these disturbing thoughts just reverberating through my mind. and sometimes i just fall apart but sometimes i pull myself together. today is the sum of those times.
Copyright 12/11/15 by B. E. McComb
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
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