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I think we were in high school, a little more than children when you said you love me. We're almost real men here, we're "sentimental boys." I promised I wouldn't let myself be the victim, but when your eyes sparkle in Christmas lights, and you don't eat for days, and you live recklessly in a cruel world, you will experience pity a little more than sorrow. Someone said you were sincere and I didn't argue, because even though you lied to them, you were real to me, and if I poison that now it kills the nostalgia for a time I was looked after and not for. Cared and not sought. Slightly more than children.
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 3:01 PM UTC
"I'll Pay My Half Next Week."
I think we were in high school, a little more than children when you said you love me. We're almost real men here, we're "sentimental boys." I promised I wouldn't let myself be the victim, but when your eyes sparkle in Christmas lights, and you don't eat for days, and you live recklessly in a cruel world, you will experience pity a little more than sorrow. Someone said you were sincere and I didn't argue, because even though you lied to them, you were real to me, and if I poison that now it kills the nostalgia for a time I was looked after and not for. Cared and not sought. Slightly more than children.
austin-heath
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 3:01 PM UTC
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