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i feel like the folded sheet of paper left in the pocket of your jeans- you never bothered checking for me before throwing them in the wash, or in the dryer. one day you'll put those jeans on again and reach into that pocket and i'll be waiting ever so patiently, but all my secrets will be smeared and illegible. you'll feel a twinge of guilt and think that maybe what i had to say was important
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Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 5:44 AM UTC
check your jeans next time
i feel like the folded sheet of paper left in the pocket of your jeans- you never bothered checking for me before throwing them in the wash, or in the dryer. one day you'll put those jeans on again and reach into that pocket and i'll be waiting ever so patiently, but all my secrets will be smeared and illegible. you'll feel a twinge of guilt and think that maybe what i had to say was important
repost onto my new account from my old account -ghostlings because i got locked out repost
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Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 5:44 AM UTC
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