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"do you have chemistry?" like we walk into the same room and start to fizzle like we react together in a complimentary manner like he could actually pass highschool chemistry. does it matter? does it matter if i have nothing to say to him does it matter that of all people i can't think of a single topic to broach a silly sentence to embark upon a single thought doesn't occur to me. the stretches of silence are longer than the last one. with the last, we talked too much. every silence ached. with this one, i am glad to not have to talk. i am glad of the quiet. i am glad of the lack of chemistry. he asked me what i liked most about him and i thought for a whole afternoon. the only thing that came to mind was that i liked him because he liked me... am i that poor? have i not the self-worth to turn them away when they beg at my feet why do they beg anyway what have i to offer i am fat and very very tired and afraid... i used to really like chemistry. but now i don't see its merit too many things to memorize and my memory is **** these days his brown eyes slipping out quietly as i imagine him swelling bigger and bigger - a grotesque image to smooth out the beautiful ones that i know were there. we don't have chemistry, but we have animal attraction. perhaps it is something (better) similar.
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
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"do you have chemistry?" like we walk into the same room and start to fizzle like we react together in a complimentary manner like he could actually pass highschool chemistry. does it matter? does it matter if i have nothing to say to him does it matter that of all people i can't think of a single topic to broach a silly sentence to embark upon a single thought doesn't occur to me. the stretches of silence are longer than the last one. with the last, we talked too much. every silence ached. with this one, i am glad to not have to talk. i am glad of the quiet. i am glad of the lack of chemistry. he asked me what i liked most about him and i thought for a whole afternoon. the only thing that came to mind was that i liked him because he liked me... am i that poor? have i not the self-worth to turn them away when they beg at my feet why do they beg anyway what have i to offer i am fat and very very tired and afraid... i used to really like chemistry. but now i don't see its merit too many things to memorize and my memory is **** these days his brown eyes slipping out quietly as i imagine him swelling bigger and bigger - a grotesque image to smooth out the beautiful ones that i know were there. we don't have chemistry, but we have animal attraction. perhaps it is something (better) similar.
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Redshift
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
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