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my retainer broke and i held it in my hand my nails were ***** because we were at camp it was red plastic despite tasting like metal and you were there, we walked into a boat abandoned in the dry sand piled high i kept seeing flies and i felt my heart it was enormous and i couldn't stand you made a face to show that you felt the same when i told you about my fear of them, and i made a face when you said you'd forgotten to let me know, that in seven weeks it would be goodbye, and you were leaving for the empty deserts of California i thought about the days and how to tell you that i loved you, that i loved you, here, that goodbye was all i had and all i could give because my mouth was full from all the camp food and the darkness you had chased away you told me to sit by you later when we watched the symphony play when i woke up i couldn't shake the feeling that you had died
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
thank god we aren't asleep
my retainer broke and i held it in my hand my nails were ***** because we were at camp it was red plastic despite tasting like metal and you were there, we walked into a boat abandoned in the dry sand piled high i kept seeing flies and i felt my heart it was enormous and i couldn't stand you made a face to show that you felt the same when i told you about my fear of them, and i made a face when you said you'd forgotten to let me know, that in seven weeks it would be goodbye, and you were leaving for the empty deserts of California i thought about the days and how to tell you that i loved you, that i loved you, here, that goodbye was all i had and all i could give because my mouth was full from all the camp food and the darkness you had chased away you told me to sit by you later when we watched the symphony play when i woke up i couldn't shake the feeling that you had died
about a dream i had. it was terrifying
ce-thompson
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
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