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Choir room. Cold marble floors and hard plastic chairs. Blue. Just like me. But he’s there, I can see him, I can feel his scorn harshly across the room. I can smell him, even after filling my nose with others. His smell. I love it but it’s hurting me. I’m gonna explode in here, I need to leave. I take a bathroom break but I come back and his smell is ten times stronger. I wanna cry. I also want him in my arms. But he doesn’t want me, and that’s fine, but that "second chance" always sits in the back in my pocket, Whether it’s the second or not. And that’s probably the worst part. I love him.
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Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 11:29 AM UTC
A cold, floral condition, with a sharp pinch in the front of the nose. But it’s an acquired preference I guess.
Choir room. Cold marble floors and hard plastic chairs. Blue. Just like me. But he’s there, I can see him, I can feel his scorn harshly across the room. I can smell him, even after filling my nose with others. His smell. I love it but it’s hurting me. I’m gonna explode in here, I need to leave. I take a bathroom break but I come back and his smell is ten times stronger. I wanna cry. I also want him in my arms. But he doesn’t want me, and that’s fine, but that "second chance" always sits in the back in my pocket, Whether it’s the second or not. And that’s probably the worst part. I love him.
Candlewood
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M/My Library.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 11:29 AM UTC
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