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7 minutes pass by a flash of light captures your gaze pulling you back into reality out of the daydreams filled with words that were never spoken you reach for the phone holding your breath smug with the thought of the content in the message that lit up your screen your smirk fades almost faster than the hope in your heart it wasn't her 13 minutes but you were so clever weren't you? you know her like the back of your hand how could she resit replying? how could the anger not boil right through to the tip of her fingers causing her to- 38 minutes your fingertips flash red matching the colour of rage in your heart   all you wanted was to see the words that flowed from her mind her beautiful mind imprinted onto your screen so that maybe, just maybe her soft voice would reply in your mind once more 72 minutes a tear rolls down your cheek your rage has melted into a puddle of water like the thunderstorm that turns to rainfall when it can no longer handle being angry at the earth 86 minutes realization washes over you she doesn't care. you can't fill her with an anger that will make steam pour from her ears if she no longer drinks the water to fuel the steam you cannot cut holes through her heart when its already been sliced like Swiss cheese you cannot tell her you love her after she stopped counting the minutes it took you prove it
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
You still don't know what I never said
7 minutes pass by a flash of light captures your gaze pulling you back into reality out of the daydreams filled with words that were never spoken you reach for the phone holding your breath smug with the thought of the content in the message that lit up your screen your smirk fades almost faster than the hope in your heart it wasn't her 13 minutes but you were so clever weren't you? you know her like the back of your hand how could she resit replying? how could the anger not boil right through to the tip of her fingers causing her to- 38 minutes your fingertips flash red matching the colour of rage in your heart   all you wanted was to see the words that flowed from her mind her beautiful mind imprinted onto your screen so that maybe, just maybe her soft voice would reply in your mind once more 72 minutes a tear rolls down your cheek your rage has melted into a puddle of water like the thunderstorm that turns to rainfall when it can no longer handle being angry at the earth 86 minutes realization washes over you she doesn't care. you can't fill her with an anger that will make steam pour from her ears if she no longer drinks the water to fuel the steam you cannot cut holes through her heart when its already been sliced like Swiss cheese you cannot tell her you love her after she stopped counting the minutes it took you prove it
this is the story of a boy who messages his ex love & fails to receive the reply he craved
#love#anger#girl#rain#boy#thunder#phone#text#message#minutes
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Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
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