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i can still hear the plane taking off. i can still hear the busy people rushing around the airport. i can still hear the doors to the shuttle closing. i can still hear the friendly receptionists at the hotel. i can still feel the air sweeping past me while waiting for the metro. i can still feel the wooden banisters at the library of congress. i can still feel the cool october breeze. i can still feel the awe of seeing the washington monument. i can still see my smile while watching bobby flay's cooking show. i can still see the intricate floral pattern on the hallway floor. i can still see my smile fade when you approach me in the hallway. i can still see your black eyes as you force your hand down my pants. i can still smell your cologne on my pajamas. i can still smell my chai tea latte and cake pop. i can still smell the old air in ford's theatre. i can still smell the mini burgers i ate that night. i can still taste the cold concrete in the stairwell. i can still taste my dinner coming up as you choked me. i can still taste the salty tears dripping onto my tongue. i can still taste the bitter mucus that i vengefully spat at you. i hate you.
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
i hate you.
i can still hear the plane taking off. i can still hear the busy people rushing around the airport. i can still hear the doors to the shuttle closing. i can still hear the friendly receptionists at the hotel. i can still feel the air sweeping past me while waiting for the metro. i can still feel the wooden banisters at the library of congress. i can still feel the cool october breeze. i can still feel the awe of seeing the washington monument. i can still see my smile while watching bobby flay's cooking show. i can still see the intricate floral pattern on the hallway floor. i can still see my smile fade when you approach me in the hallway. i can still see your black eyes as you force your hand down my pants. i can still smell your cologne on my pajamas. i can still smell my chai tea latte and cake pop. i can still smell the old air in ford's theatre. i can still smell the mini burgers i ate that night. i can still taste the cold concrete in the stairwell. i can still taste my dinner coming up as you choked me. i can still taste the salty tears dripping onto my tongue. i can still taste the bitter mucus that i vengefully spat at you. i hate you.
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
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