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mum always breaks my heart she always knows how to tear me apart she can very cheerily be so nice the wrong word can make her turn to ice most of the time she's distant solid, fortified, distinctly resistant but intent on my every word choice note the changing of tone in her voice sometimes she's odd, accepting; after two days she's bored and back to neglecting searching out 'wrongs', use to ream me she knows the exact strings to pull and unseam me and it hurts even worse when I see that she tries she always gets my hopes up & dashes them in front of my eyes then she goes into her fantasy land we're Lori&Rory; Gilmore, talking men I try to play along; it's hilarious to see that as hip as she likes to think she is, she's as bad at this as me
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Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC
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mum always breaks my heart she always knows how to tear me apart she can very cheerily be so nice the wrong word can make her turn to ice most of the time she's distant solid, fortified, distinctly resistant but intent on my every word choice note the changing of tone in her voice sometimes she's odd, accepting; after two days she's bored and back to neglecting searching out 'wrongs', use to ream me she knows the exact strings to pull and unseam me and it hurts even worse when I see that she tries she always gets my hopes up & dashes them in front of my eyes then she goes into her fantasy land we're Lori&Rory; Gilmore, talking men I try to play along; it's hilarious to see that as hip as she likes to think she is, she's as bad at this as me
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Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC
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