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"like, **** me man; I know, I talk like this a lot, and I get it, you're not a fan. but I'm just trying to cope with it-- although I don't even know what I hope for. maybe I'm just too alone. I mean, I wanna phone to say how much I think about her, but I don't think she'll have that; is a hello too much to ask? I think about those boots she liked, with the fur, and where she put her head when she slept, and that night I got too drunk on those flasks. yknow, that night, we missed that band, but if we're being honest here, I was happy enough just sleeping with a friend. why do I feel like this? I told her, and myself most of all, 'I can't do this right now. I'm prone to hurt and bound to fall' and it was true! or, I believed it to be so, but looking back, I think it was a defense: it was a inherent wall put up a long time ago to hide my lows. and now here I am! telling you this, hoping she didn't take part of me with her, even as I was headed towards the door, watching her saying goodbye, naked, on that old wooden floor."
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Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
Kathryn
"like, **** me man; I know, I talk like this a lot, and I get it, you're not a fan. but I'm just trying to cope with it-- although I don't even know what I hope for. maybe I'm just too alone. I mean, I wanna phone to say how much I think about her, but I don't think she'll have that; is a hello too much to ask? I think about those boots she liked, with the fur, and where she put her head when she slept, and that night I got too drunk on those flasks. yknow, that night, we missed that band, but if we're being honest here, I was happy enough just sleeping with a friend. why do I feel like this? I told her, and myself most of all, 'I can't do this right now. I'm prone to hurt and bound to fall' and it was true! or, I believed it to be so, but looking back, I think it was a defense: it was a inherent wall put up a long time ago to hide my lows. and now here I am! telling you this, hoping she didn't take part of me with her, even as I was headed towards the door, watching her saying goodbye, naked, on that old wooden floor."
I dunno, **** it
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Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
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