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Jul 2013
All I ever hear anymore are four letter words and the three word sentences that you desperately want hanging from your tongue.

Darling, I have lived hundreds of days without you and I am bound to live hundreds more.

Wrinkles in my sheets will still make shadows.
I will still run my teeth over my lips.

I think everyone is as alone as I am. They are just too scared to write about it.
Ella Snyder
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Ella Snyder
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