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Within the purple walls of my dorm room a quiet heart began to flutter. Perhaps it started when you wrote: "Artemis, happy not valentines day" on the day after fourteenth and made it much more special with an overused brown paper bag and a Chuck Palahniuk. Now at home, even within the white walls of my own room-- I'm missing you. my quiet heart has just been silenced but you're there in every The Flash episode I watch in every taro drink I get and in every text message I receive hoping for the slightest chance of you being there. Because, after all, you are the Orion I could only ache for from afar.
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Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 12:50 AM UTC
What losing someone you never really had feels like:
Within the purple walls of my dorm room a quiet heart began to flutter. Perhaps it started when you wrote: "Artemis, happy not valentines day" on the day after fourteenth and made it much more special with an overused brown paper bag and a Chuck Palahniuk. Now at home, even within the white walls of my own room-- I'm missing you. my quiet heart has just been silenced but you're there in every The Flash episode I watch in every taro drink I get and in every text message I receive hoping for the slightest chance of you being there. Because, after all, you are the Orion I could only ache for from afar.
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F/Philippines
Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 12:50 AM UTC
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