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She is dripping wet, standing outside my door. The rain had been unkind, and had my words. So many nights I’d been drunk off of her smile. So many nights she’d been dragged through my lies. I beat my hands upon the walls, wanting to break them. So she could never again fit her fingers between mine. But still she stood, rain soaked and stubborn. Her voice like soft lightning, striking again and again. That ****** giggle… As if her pain were a laughing matter. As if her love wasn’t misguided. As if I weren’t the monster I thought I was/wanted to be. That ****** giggle… Broke me, cut me, crippled me, busted me wide open. (Door swings open) “Come in.”
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
Giggles, Lies, and Rain.
She is dripping wet, standing outside my door. The rain had been unkind, and had my words. So many nights I’d been drunk off of her smile. So many nights she’d been dragged through my lies. I beat my hands upon the walls, wanting to break them. So she could never again fit her fingers between mine. But still she stood, rain soaked and stubborn. Her voice like soft lightning, striking again and again. That ****** giggle… As if her pain were a laughing matter. As if her love wasn’t misguided. As if I weren’t the monster I thought I was/wanted to be. That ****** giggle… Broke me, cut me, crippled me, busted me wide open. (Door swings open) “Come in.”
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
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