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I will never love again. Today I woke up at 7am remembered the boy who climbed out my bedroom window last night after we watched Pulp Fiction. I smiled like the Cheshire Cat for the boy who promised he'd never love me. Never love me, and I promise to never love you back. Maybe there's a parallel universe that runs a track close and alongside ours, where we are not commitment phobic. Then again, maybe in that parallel universe you marry the girlfriend that you cheated on with me. I am not pretty. But I have your virginity! A big ugly chunk of you that I would happily throw back if I had half a chance. Yet, I still cling to you like a lost girl we sit in silence and I try to show you Pulp Fiction. But you won't stop talking and then there's a moment of highly charged ****** tension and Uma Thurman says to paraphrase "Don't you just hate those comfortable silences" Why do we always yak about ******** I realised I don't know you at all and I kissed you quietly because your eyes were closed Because that's what you do, right?
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC
Pulp Fiction
I will never love again. Today I woke up at 7am remembered the boy who climbed out my bedroom window last night after we watched Pulp Fiction. I smiled like the Cheshire Cat for the boy who promised he'd never love me. Never love me, and I promise to never love you back. Maybe there's a parallel universe that runs a track close and alongside ours, where we are not commitment phobic. Then again, maybe in that parallel universe you marry the girlfriend that you cheated on with me. I am not pretty. But I have your virginity! A big ugly chunk of you that I would happily throw back if I had half a chance. Yet, I still cling to you like a lost girl we sit in silence and I try to show you Pulp Fiction. But you won't stop talking and then there's a moment of highly charged ****** tension and Uma Thurman says to paraphrase "Don't you just hate those comfortable silences" Why do we always yak about ******** I realised I don't know you at all and I kissed you quietly because your eyes were closed Because that's what you do, right?
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC
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