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After us. He became scorn. He never looked more beautiful. I thought him lucky, to have that. I only felt something lukewarm. My indifference made me plain. I wanted that passion instead of this boredom. He got all the longing, the ache, the poets disease. I shared my thoughts, my truth with him. He only flamed brighter as a result ….. so ********* gorgeous. I am envy. Much better than apathy.
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Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
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After us. He became scorn. He never looked more beautiful. I thought him lucky, to have that. I only felt something lukewarm. My indifference made me plain. I wanted that passion instead of this boredom. He got all the longing, the ache, the poets disease. I shared my thoughts, my truth with him. He only flamed brighter as a result ….. so ********* gorgeous. I am envy. Much better than apathy.
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gretchen-long
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Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
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