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I have a scar on my left forearm that reminds me of you not that I cut myself or anything like that it's more of a mistake than anything I was making penne pasta in one of those large black pots that every family has in one cabinet or another and I boiled it so it was really hot so I could eat which was the entire point of the whole process but I couldn't stop thinking of you, your honey-wheat hair that could pass for spaghetti if you wanted it to but you never did so you always straightened it I think that's when I was thinking of when I poured in the pasta too quick and burned my arm you were time consuming so much so that I couldn't remember what I had been doing the whole time because unfortunately I couldn't help but be stuck on you
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Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
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I have a scar on my left forearm that reminds me of you not that I cut myself or anything like that it's more of a mistake than anything I was making penne pasta in one of those large black pots that every family has in one cabinet or another and I boiled it so it was really hot so I could eat which was the entire point of the whole process but I couldn't stop thinking of you, your honey-wheat hair that could pass for spaghetti if you wanted it to but you never did so you always straightened it I think that's when I was thinking of when I poured in the pasta too quick and burned my arm you were time consuming so much so that I couldn't remember what I had been doing the whole time because unfortunately I couldn't help but be stuck on you
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Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
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