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Mar 2015
I'm sleeping on the sofa under a blanket at 3:42pm and yeah I'm quite warm but I left the door open for you

The house is cooling down, the door has been open for five weeks now but thank God I've learned to set a fire on my own

The fire is fading because it is snowing through the door even though it's almost April and everything outside is grey just like your eyes

We were never good at promises, or letting go, or staying, or maintaining the right temperature for us, or maybe even being together

But I'm not closing the door

You said you'd come home
this is **** and he didn't promise he'd be here and i've always been good at assuming things about him, i just assumed he'd make time for me and he's going away again tonight
Written by
Aada
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   Brianne
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