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you were the albatross it was your hands versus mine, it was your word versus mine, it was us versus the world, and it was like that, always and forever, _forever and always_ you swore like a sailor and i swore you were the most wonderful thing i had ever laid eyes on, and maybe the most confusing too you could have called me, told me we were leaving, and you know better than anyone that i would have thrown my whole life into a suitcase and run away with you things are different now, though, and it seems like you’re ready to leave, but it’s the kind of leaving that’s going to happen without me, without us, without telling me it has never, ever, ever been my place to stop you you aren’t much one for mercy, and i should’ve known from the second i met you. i learned a lot that day, all of it about you; i learned that your heart beats differently for me than for every other person on the planet, and i found out that different is not always good with you.
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Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
i. dawn
you were the albatross it was your hands versus mine, it was your word versus mine, it was us versus the world, and it was like that, always and forever, _forever and always_ you swore like a sailor and i swore you were the most wonderful thing i had ever laid eyes on, and maybe the most confusing too you could have called me, told me we were leaving, and you know better than anyone that i would have thrown my whole life into a suitcase and run away with you things are different now, though, and it seems like you’re ready to leave, but it’s the kind of leaving that’s going to happen without me, without us, without telling me it has never, ever, ever been my place to stop you you aren’t much one for mercy, and i should’ve known from the second i met you. i learned a lot that day, all of it about you; i learned that your heart beats differently for me than for every other person on the planet, and i found out that different is not always good with you.
freshman year, fourth-period physics, or, when and where i met the girl who would tear me apart three times over
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Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
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