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May 2014
Sometimes, all I want is to be called beautiful, I don't care if you mean it or even if you don't, I just want to feel pretty for 3 seconds. Would that be okay?
And occasionally, I want long kisses in front of our friends, because, well, I'm staking claim. And what hurts about talking friends with you is the fact that I left a part of my life at  the doorsteps of my friends houses for you. But you still skipped 2nd hour with her because she was lonely and you couldn't bear to hear about that. Well excuse me of my tendency of feeling misplaced, I'll just end up in the backseat of your car anyways. Once in a while, I want to feel your stare at the back of my neck so I can pretend I don't feel it and try to read your mind, for I do this too frequently, and you ask why I'm staring. As if you weren't beautiful enough to stare at, as if the world wouldn't dim without you.
And taking two steps back from you feels like diving three feet into cement, because I'm so ******* stuck.
Heaven Dawn
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Heaven Dawn
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