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Sep 2013
I’m stagnant.
Rejected, but he loves me like he loves his sisters.

God Don’t Make Lonely Girls.
Oh, yes he does.

I read too much into these things.
Too clingy. Too needy. Too crazy.

Too much coffee. Purple trim house. The lake.
Butterflies make me soar. Tears flow. I feel like I can tell him anything and so I do.
I should have known better.

Stop running from your demons.

Iris. On repeat. Again and again until I drift to sleep.

Why the **** do I care?
Why the **** do I love you.
This isn’t fair anymore.
Written by
Ashley Centers
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