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It's strange to think of you with a straight-haired girl as if my curls were unique between your fingers, but I still do not know how to deal with these thoughts, these scenarios I find in every photo, wouldn't you be happier with a girl with birds on her back like the ones on your wrist? I'm terrified that my beliefs are walls to keep people out, because people have always been better off with- out me, finding new pieces of themselves in others who share the same scars, I have not learned to live with the fact that my God scares people away and while they pacify my needs with words, with promises I know I should not believe I believe but their vows are temporary, and fleeting, it is my own fault. I continue to suppose that everyone will be happier in the [ ] of someone like me, who stays tethered to the one thing I know to be perennially safe.
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Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 1:54 PM UTC
[Absence].
It's strange to think of you with a straight-haired girl as if my curls were unique between your fingers, but I still do not know how to deal with these thoughts, these scenarios I find in every photo, wouldn't you be happier with a girl with birds on her back like the ones on your wrist? I'm terrified that my beliefs are walls to keep people out, because people have always been better off with- out me, finding new pieces of themselves in others who share the same scars, I have not learned to live with the fact that my God scares people away and while they pacify my needs with words, with promises I know I should not believe I believe but their vows are temporary, and fleeting, it is my own fault. I continue to suppose that everyone will be happier in the [ ] of someone like me, who stays tethered to the one thing I know to be perennially safe.
(c) Brooke Otto but I still feel every ***** when someone leaves.
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Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 1:54 PM UTC
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